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