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COLD PLAY -VIVA LA VIDA
I used to 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
the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old is dead! live the king!"
One I held the key
the walls were closed on me
And I discovered my castles stand
Upon of salt and of sand
I hear Jerusalem 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
you go there was never
an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down 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 on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem are ringing
Roman Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my 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 word
But that was when I ruled the world
I Jerusalem bells 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 know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an word
But was when I ruled the world
I used to 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
the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old is dead! live the king!"
One I held the key
the walls were closed on me
And I discovered my castles stand
Upon of salt and of sand
I hear Jerusalem 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
you go there was never
an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down 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 on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem are ringing
Roman Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my 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 word
But that was when I ruled the world
I Jerusalem bells 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 know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an word
But was when I ruled the world
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