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COLD PLAY -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 used to own
I to roll the dice
Feel the in my enemy's eyes
as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of and pillars of sand
I hear are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
you go was never
Never an honest word
And that was when 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 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 Jerusalem bells are ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
I know Saint won't call my name
an honest word
But was I ruled the world
I hear are ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
I know Peter won't my name
an honest word
But that 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 used to own
I to roll the dice
Feel the in my enemy's eyes
as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of and pillars of sand
I hear are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
you go was never
Never an honest word
And that was when 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 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 Jerusalem bells are ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
I know Saint won't call my name
an honest word
But was I ruled the world
I hear are ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
I know Peter won't my name
an honest word
But that was when I the world
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