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COLD PLAY -VIVA LA VIDA
I used to rule the world
would rise I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to the dice
the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were on me
And I that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman choirs 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
Never an honest word
And that was I the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
and the sound of drums
couldn't what I'd become
wait
For my on a plate
a puppet on a string
Oh who would ever to be king?
I Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman 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 my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
I hear are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
I Saint Peter won't my name
Never an honest word
But that was I ruled the world
I used to rule the world
would rise I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to the dice
the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were on me
And I that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman choirs 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
Never an honest word
And that was I the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
and the sound of drums
couldn't what I'd become
wait
For my on a plate
a puppet on a string
Oh who would ever to be king?
I Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman 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 my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
I hear are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
I Saint Peter won't my name
Never an honest word
But that was I ruled the world
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