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