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PLAY -VIVA LA VIDA
I to the world
would rise when 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 in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! live the king!"
One minute I the key
Next the walls closed on me
And I discovered my castles stand
Upon of salt and pillars of sand
I hear bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry 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 was never
Never an honest word
And was when I the world
It was the and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered and the sound of drums
People couldn't I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who ever want to be king?
I are ringing
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
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled 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 Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
I to the world
would rise when 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 in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! live the king!"
One minute I the key
Next the walls closed on me
And I discovered my castles stand
Upon of salt and pillars of sand
I hear bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry 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 was never
Never an honest word
And was when I the world
It was the and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered and the sound of drums
People couldn't I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who ever want to be king?
I are ringing
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
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled 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 Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
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