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