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COLD PLAY -VIVA LA VIDA
I to rule the world
Seas would rise when I the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I to the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and of sand
I hear are ringing
Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a field
For some I can't explain
you go there was 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
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem are ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my 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 word
But that was when I the world
I Jerusalem bells are ringing
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 to rule the world
Seas would rise when I the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I to the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and of sand
I hear are ringing
Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a field
For some I can't explain
you go there was 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
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem are ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my 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 word
But that was when I the world
I Jerusalem bells are ringing
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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