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COLD -VIVA LA VIDA
I used to the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the I used to own
I used to roll the dice
the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the would sing
"Now the old is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were on me
And I my stand
pillars of and of sand
I hear 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
Once you go was never
an honest word
And was when I ruled the world
It was the and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem 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 Saint Peter won't call my name
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 missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
I Saint Peter won't call my name
an word
But that was when I ruled the world
I used to the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the I used to own
I used to roll the dice
the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the would sing
"Now the old is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were on me
And I my stand
pillars of and of sand
I hear 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
Once you go was never
an honest word
And was when I ruled the world
It was the and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem 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 Saint Peter won't call my name
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 missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
I Saint Peter won't call my name
an word
But that was when I ruled the world
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