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COLD PLAY -VIVA LA VIDA
I used to the world
would when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I 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 I held the key
the walls on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear bells are ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
And that was I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a string
Oh who would want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
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 call my name
an honest word
But that was when I the world
I Jerusalem are ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint won't call my name
Never an word
But was when I ruled the world
I used to the world
would when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I 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 I held the key
the walls on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear bells are ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
And that was I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a string
Oh who would want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
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 call my name
an honest word
But that was when I the world
I Jerusalem are ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint won't call my name
Never an word
But was when I ruled the world
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