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