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PLAY -VIVA LA VIDA
I used to rule the world
would when I the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used 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 were closed on me
And I discovered that my stand
of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
you go there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't what I'd become
wait
For my on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For 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 Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my 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 when I the world
I used to rule the world
would when I the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used 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 were closed on me
And I discovered that my stand
of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
you go there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't what I'd become
wait
For my on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For 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 Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my 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 when I the world
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