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