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COLD PLAY -VIVA LA VIDA
I used to rule the world
Seas rise when I the word
Now in the morning I alone
Sweep the I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
as the crowd would 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 stand
Upon pillars of salt and of sand
I are ringing
Roman choirs 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 was never
Never an honest word
And was when I ruled the world
It was the and wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would want to be king?
I hear bells are ringing
Cavalry 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
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 in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
I used to rule the world
Seas rise when I the word
Now in the morning I alone
Sweep the I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
as the crowd would 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 stand
Upon pillars of salt and of sand
I are ringing
Roman choirs 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 was never
Never an honest word
And was when I ruled the world
It was the and wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would want to be king?
I hear bells are ringing
Cavalry 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
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 in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
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