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COLD PLAY -VIVA LA VIDA
I used to rule the world
Seas would when I gave 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
Listen as the crowd sing
"Now the old is dead! live the king!"
One minute I the key
Next the walls were on me
And I that my castles stand
Upon of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go was never
an honest word
And that was when I the world
It was the wicked and 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 hear Jerusalem are ringing
Roman Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an word
But was when I ruled the world
I hear Jerusalem are ringing
Roman 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 Peter won't call my name
an honest word
But that was I the world
I used to rule the world
Seas would when I gave 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
Listen as the crowd sing
"Now the old is dead! live the king!"
One minute I the key
Next the walls were on me
And I that my castles stand
Upon of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go was never
an honest word
And that was when I the world
It was the wicked and 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 hear Jerusalem are ringing
Roman Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an word
But was when I ruled the world
I hear Jerusalem are ringing
Roman 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 Peter won't call my name
an honest word
But that was I the world
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