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