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COLD -VIVA LA VIDA
I used to rule the world
Seas would when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I to own
I to roll the dice
Feel the in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One I the key
Next the were on me
And I discovered that my stand
of and pillars of sand
I Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some I can't explain
Once you go there was never
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 and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what 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 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
I know Saint Peter won't my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I the world
I Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some I can't explain
I know Peter won't my name
Never an honest word
But was when I the world
I used to rule the world
Seas would when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I to own
I to roll the dice
Feel the in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One I the key
Next the were on me
And I discovered that my stand
of and pillars of sand
I Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some I can't explain
Once you go there was never
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 and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what 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 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
I know Saint Peter won't my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I the world
I Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some I can't explain
I know Peter won't my name
Never an honest word
But was when I the world
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