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COLD PLAY -VIVA LA VIDA
I used to rule the world
Seas rise I gave the word
Now in the I alone
Sweep 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 is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my stand
Upon pillars of and pillars of sand
I hear bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go was never
Never an honest word
And that was I ruled the world
It was the and wind
Blew down the to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a string
Oh who ever want to be king?
I bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry 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 Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an word
But that was I ruled the world
I hear bells are ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For I can't explain
I Saint won't call my name
Never an word
But that was I ruled the world
I used to rule the world
Seas rise I gave the word
Now in the I alone
Sweep 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 is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my stand
Upon pillars of and pillars of sand
I hear bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go was never
Never an honest word
And that was I ruled the world
It was the and wind
Blew down the to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a string
Oh who ever want to be king?
I bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry 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 Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an word
But that was I ruled the world
I hear bells are ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For I can't explain
I Saint won't call my name
Never an word
But that was I ruled the world
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