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COLD PLAY -VIVA LA VIDA
I used to the world
Seas would I gave the word
Now in the I sleep alone
Sweep the I to own
I used to the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd sing
"Now the old is dead! Long live the king!"
One I the key
Next the were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and of sand
I Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a field
For some reason I can't explain
you go was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
down the doors to let me in
windows and the sound of drums
couldn't believe I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
a puppet on a string
Oh who ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a field
For 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
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
I used to the world
Seas would I gave the word
Now in the I sleep alone
Sweep the I to own
I used to the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd sing
"Now the old is dead! Long live the king!"
One I the key
Next the were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and of sand
I Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a field
For some reason I can't explain
you go was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
down the doors to let me in
windows and the sound of drums
couldn't believe I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
a puppet on a string
Oh who ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a field
For 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
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
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