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PLAY -VIVA LA VIDA
I used to the world
would rise when I gave the word
Now in the 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 crowd sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
the walls were closed on me
And I discovered my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and of sand
I hear Jerusalem are ringing
Roman are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
And that was I ruled the world
It was the and wind
the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the of drums
couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a plate
Just a puppet on a string
Oh who would ever to be king?
I Jerusalem are ringing
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 hear Jerusalem bells 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
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
I used to the world
would rise when I gave the word
Now in the 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 crowd sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
the walls were closed on me
And I discovered my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and of sand
I hear Jerusalem are ringing
Roman are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
And that was I ruled the world
It was the and wind
the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the of drums
couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a plate
Just a puppet on a string
Oh who would ever to be king?
I Jerusalem are ringing
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 hear Jerusalem bells 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
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
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