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