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PLAY -VIVA LA VIDA
I used to the world
Seas rise 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
Listen as the would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my stand
Upon pillars of salt and of sand
I hear are ringing
Roman choirs 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
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
couldn't what I'd become
wait
For my on a silver plate
Just a on a lonely string
Oh who would ever to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a field
For some 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 in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Peter won't my name
Never an word
But that was when I ruled the world
I used to the world
Seas rise 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
Listen as the would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my stand
Upon pillars of salt and of sand
I hear are ringing
Roman choirs 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
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
couldn't what I'd become
wait
For my on a silver plate
Just a on a lonely string
Oh who would ever to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a field
For some 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 in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Peter won't my name
Never an word
But that was when I ruled the world
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