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COLD -VIVA LA VIDA
I to the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning 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 crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were on me
And I that my castles stand
Upon pillars of and pillars of sand
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
Once you go was never
an word
And was when I ruled the world
It was the and wild wind
Blew down the doors 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 lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear are ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint won't call my name
an word
But that was I ruled the world
I hear Jerusalem are ringing
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 honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
I to the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning 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 crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were on me
And I that my castles stand
Upon pillars of and pillars of sand
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
Once you go was never
an word
And was when I ruled the world
It was the and wild wind
Blew down the doors 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 lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear are ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint won't call my name
an word
But that was I ruled the world
I hear Jerusalem are ringing
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 honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
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