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COLD -VIVA LA VIDA
I used to the world
Seas would rise when I the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the I used to own
I 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 the key
Next the walls closed on me
And I that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear are ringing
Roman Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
you go was never
Never an word
And that was when I the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my on a silver plate
a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some I can't explain
I know Saint won't call my name
Never an word
But that was I the world
I Jerusalem 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
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was I ruled the world
I used to the world
Seas would rise when I the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the I used to own
I 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 the key
Next the walls closed on me
And I that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear are ringing
Roman Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
you go was never
Never an word
And that was when I the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my on a silver plate
a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some I can't explain
I know Saint won't call my name
Never an word
But that was I the world
I Jerusalem 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
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was I ruled the world
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