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COLD PLAY -VIVA LA VIDA
I to the world
Seas would 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
as the crowd would sing
"Now the old is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon of salt and pillars of sand
I are ringing
Roman Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
an honest word
And that was when I 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 what I'd become
Revolutionaries 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 Jerusalem bells are ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an word
But was when I the world
I hear Jerusalem are ringing
Roman 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 Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
I to the world
Seas would 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
as the crowd would sing
"Now the old is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon of salt and pillars of sand
I are ringing
Roman Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
an honest word
And that was when I 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 what I'd become
Revolutionaries 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 Jerusalem bells are ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an word
But was when I the world
I hear Jerusalem are ringing
Roman 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 Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
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