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COLD PLAY -VIVA LA VIDA
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
as the would sing
"Now the old is dead! live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls closed on me
And I discovered my castles stand
Upon pillars of and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some I can't explain
Once you go there was never
an honest word
And that was I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
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 silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would to be king?
I hear Jerusalem are ringing
Roman Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't 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 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 used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
as the would sing
"Now the old is dead! live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls closed on me
And I discovered my castles stand
Upon pillars of and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some I can't explain
Once you go there was never
an honest word
And that was I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
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 silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would to be king?
I hear Jerusalem are ringing
Roman Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't 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 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
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