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COLD PLAY -VIVA LA VIDA
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One I held the key
Next the were closed on me
And I that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear bells are ringing
Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a field
For some 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 wild wind
Blew the doors to let me in
Shattered and the 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 want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a field
For reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But was I the world
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
I Saint Peter won't my name
Never an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One I held the key
Next the were closed on me
And I that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear bells are ringing
Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a field
For some 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 wild wind
Blew the doors to let me in
Shattered and the 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 want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a field
For reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But was I the world
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
I Saint Peter won't my name
Never an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
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