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