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PLAY -VIVA LA VIDA
I used to rule the world
would rise when I the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
the walls were closed on me
And I discovered my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear are ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once 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 the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the 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 ever want to be king?
I Jerusalem are ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a field
For I can't explain
I know Peter won't my name
an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
I hear Jerusalem are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
I used to rule the world
would rise when I the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
the walls were closed on me
And I discovered my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear are ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once 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 the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the 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 ever want to be king?
I Jerusalem are ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a field
For I can't explain
I know Peter won't my name
an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
I hear Jerusalem are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
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