viva la vida
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I used to rule the world
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Seas would rise when I gave the word
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Now in the morning I sleep alone
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Sweep the streets I used to own
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I used to roll the dice
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Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
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Listen as the crowd would sing:
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"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
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"¿¾ ¿ÕÀÌ Á×¾ú´Ù! ÆóÇÏ ¸¸¼¼!"
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One minute I held the key
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ÇѶ§ ³ ¿¼è¸¦ Áö°í ÀÖ¾ú°í
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Next the walls were closed on me
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And I discovered that my castles stand
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Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
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I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
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Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
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Be my mirror my sword and shield
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My missionaries in a foreign field
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For some reason I can't explain
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Once you go there was never, never an honest word
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That was when I ruled the world
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It was the wicked and wild wind
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Blew down the doors to let me in.
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Shattered windows and the sound of drums
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People couldn't believe what I'd become
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Revolutionaries wait
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Çõ¸í°¡µéÀº ±â´Ù¸®°í ÀÖÁö
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For my head on a silver plate
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ÀºÀï¹Ý À§¿¡ ¿Ã·ÁÁø ³» ¸Ó¸®¸¦
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Just a puppet on a lonely string
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Oh who would ever want to be king?
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±× ´©°¡ ¿ÕÀÌ µÇ°í ½Í¾îÇÒ±î?
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I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
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³» ±Í¿£ ¿¹·ç»ì·½ÀÇ Á¾¼Ò¸®°¡ µé¸®°í
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Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
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·Î¸¶ ±âº´´ë ¾Ç´ÜÀÇ ³ë·§¼Ò¸®µµ µé·Á
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Be my mirror my sword and shield
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My missionaries in a foreign field
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±×¸®°í ³¸¼± ¶¥¿¡ ÀÖ´Â ³ªÀÇ ¼±±³ÀÚµéÀÌ¿©
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For some reason I can't explain
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I Know Saint Peter
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won't call my name Never an honest word
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But that was when I ruled the world
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ooooo ooooo ooooo oooooo ooooo
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I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
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³» ±Í¿£ ¿¹·ç»ì·½ÀÇ Á¾¼Ò¸®°¡ µé¸®°í
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Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
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·Î¸¶ ±âº´´ë ¾Ç´ÜÀÇ ³ë·§¼Ò¸®µµ µé·Á
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Be my mirror my sword and shield
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My missionaries in a foreign field
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±×¸®°í ³¸¼± ¶¥¿¡ ÀÖ´Â ³ªÀÇ ¼±±³ÀÚµéÀÌ¿©
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For some reason I can't explain
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³ ¿ØÁö ¸ð¸£°Ô ¼³¸í ÇÒ ¼ö°¡ ¾ø¾î
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I Know Saint Peter
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³ ¾Ë°íÀÖÁö ¼ºº£µå·Î°¡
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won't call my name Never an honest word
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But that was when I ruled the world
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Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
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viva la vida
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