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-VIVA LA VIDA
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I the word
Now in the morning I alone
Sweep the streets I to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
as the crowd sing
"Now the old is dead! Long live the king!"
One I held the key
Next the walls on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries 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 wicked and wild wind
down the doors to let me in
Shattered and the sound of drums
couldn't I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some I can't explain
I Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
I hear bells are ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some I can't explain
I know won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I the word
Now in the morning I alone
Sweep the streets I to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
as the crowd sing
"Now the old is dead! Long live the king!"
One I held the key
Next the walls on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries 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 wicked and wild wind
down the doors to let me in
Shattered and the sound of drums
couldn't I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some I can't explain
I Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
I hear bells are ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some I can't explain
I know won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
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