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COLD -VIVA LA VIDA
I 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 to roll 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 held the key
Next the were closed on me
And I discovered that my stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For I can't explain
Once you go there was never
an honest word
And that was I the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a field
For reason I can't explain
I know Peter won't call my name
Never an word
But that was when I ruled the world
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
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
an word
But that was when I ruled the world
I 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 to roll 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 held the key
Next the were closed on me
And I discovered that my stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For I can't explain
Once you go there was never
an honest word
And that was I the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a field
For reason I can't explain
I know Peter won't call my name
Never an word
But that was when I ruled the world
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
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
an word
But that was when I ruled the world
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