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Taken from the album Viva La Vida Or Death And All His Friends
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Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning, I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never, never a honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh, who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Calvary choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Calvary choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
happy new year
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see
Chunks would load when I gave the word
Now every night I go stow away
Hide from the mobs I used to slay
They once were terrified
Every time I looked into their eyes
Villagers would cheer my way
For a hero I was, that's what they'd say
One minute we had it all
Next our world began to fall
Away from all that it had once become
They all cried for my help, but I stood there numb
I gaze off into the boundless skyline
Noteblock choirs playing in the sunshine
Turn around pick up my sword and wield
The blade that once forced evil mobs to yield
And hope one day that this chaos and
Destruction turns for the better
Never a bow in hand
And that was when I ruled the land
It was the creepers and Skeletons
Blew down the doors and boxed us in
Arrows whizzing by like streaks of light
I tried all that I could to stay and fight
As the undead roamed the street
Families broken at my feet
Life itself suspended by a thread
Oh, why is it that I wasn't dead
I gaze off into the boundless skyline
Noteblock choirs playing in the sunshine
Turn around pick up my sword and wield
The blade that once forced evil mobs to yield
If this battle should leave me slain
I know Herobrine will call my name
Better to take a stand
And that was when I ruled the land
(edit: oh wow thanks guys)
Nvm I realised
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Mr. Stark, I dont feel so good...
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0% alcohol
0% women dancing in video
100% talent
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning, I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never, never a honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh, who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Calvary choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Calvary choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Legends do inspire the , isn't it .......
Anyone from 2019 January?
Br??? Alguem??
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10000000% Good music
it never gets old🖤🖤🖤
NOOOOOO
*I used to rule the world*
*Seas would rise when I gave the word*
*Now in the morning I sleep alone*
*Sweep the streets I used to own*
*I used to roll the dice*
*Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes*
*Listened as the crowd would sing*
*Now the old king is dead long live the king*
*One minute I held the key*
*Next the walls were closed on me*
*And I discovered that my castles stand*
*Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand*
_I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing_
_Roman cavalry choirs are singing_
_Be my mirror, my sword and shield_
_My missionaries in a foreign field_
_For some reason I can't explain_
_Once you'd gone there was never_
_Never an honest word_
_And that was when I ruled the world_
*It was a wicked and wild wind*
*Blew down the doors to let me in*
*Shattered windows and the sound of drums*
*People couldn't believe what I'd become*
*Revolutionaries wait*
*For my head on a silver plate*
*Just a puppet on a lonely string*
*Oh who would ever want to be king?*
_I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing_
_Roman cavalry choirs are singing_
_Be my mirror, my sword and shield_
_My missionaries in a foreign field_
_For some reason I can't explain_
_I know St Peter won't call my name_
_Never an honest word_
_But that was when I ruled the world_
_Oh oh oh oh ohh oh [x5]_
*_Hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing_*
*_Roman cavalry choirs are singing_*
*_Be my mirror, my sword and shield_*
*_My missionaries in a foreign field_*
*_For some reason I can't explain_*
*_I know St Peter won't call my name_*
*_Never an honest word_*
*_But that was when I ruled the world_*
*_Written by Christopher Anthony John Martin,_* *Guy Rupert Berryman, Jonathan Mark Buckland, William Champion* • *_Copyright © Universal Music Publishing Group_*
no le hagan caso a la portada xD
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
Now the old King is dead, long live the King
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you'd gone there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
Source: the music video and Genius.com