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COLD PLAY -VIVA LA VIDA
I used to the world
rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to the dice
Feel the in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd sing
"Now the old is dead! Long the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I Jerusalem bells 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 there was never
Never an word
And that was when I the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered and the of drums
People couldn't what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells 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 Saint won't my name
an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
I bells 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 Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
I used to the world
rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to the dice
Feel the in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd sing
"Now the old is dead! Long the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I Jerusalem bells 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 there was never
Never an word
And that was when I the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered and the of drums
People couldn't what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells 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 Saint won't my name
an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
I bells 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 Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
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