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COLD PLAY -VIVA LA VIDA
I to the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long the king!"
One minute I the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered my castles stand
Upon pillars of and pillars of sand
I hear bells are ringing
Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
an word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe I'd become
wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a string
Oh who to be king?
I hear Jerusalem are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a foreign 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 to the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long the king!"
One minute I the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered my castles stand
Upon pillars of and pillars of sand
I hear bells are ringing
Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
an word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe I'd become
wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a string
Oh who to be king?
I hear Jerusalem are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a foreign 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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