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Life in Technicolor
There's a wild wind blowing down the corner of my street Everynight there's the headlights glowing There's a cold war coming on the radio I heard Babe, it is a violent one Oh oh love don't let me go won't you take me where the streelights glow? I can hear it coming I can hear its violent sound now my feet won't touch the ground Time came creeping all the time on a loaded gun Every road is the rain of pass it goes on timwe only can lead you once to this such a beautiful night Gravity release me and don't ever hold me down now my feet won't touch the ground
VIVA LA VIDA I used to rule the world Seas would rise when 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 minute I held the key Next the walls were closed on me And I discovered that my castles stand Upon pillars of salt, pillars of sand I hear Jerusalem bells 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 not explain Once you know there was never, never an honest word That was when I ruled the world (Ohhh) It was the wicked and wild wind Blew down the doors to let me in. Shattered windows and the sound of drums People could not believe what I'd become Revolutionaries Wait For my head on a silver plate Just a puppet on a lonely string Oh who would ever want to be king? I hear Jerusalem bells 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 not explain I know Saint Peter will call my name Never an honest word And that was when I ruled the world (Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh) Hear Jerusalem bells are ringings Roman Cavalry choirs are singing Be my mirror my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can not explain I know Saint Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled the world Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
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LOVERS IN JAPAN Lovers keep on the road you're on Runners until the race is run Soldiers you've got to soldier on Sometimes even the right is wrong They are turning my head out To see what I'm all about Keeping my head down To see what it feels like now And I have no doubt One day we're going to get out Tonight maybe we're gonna run Dreaming of the Osaka sun Ohohohoh ohohohoh oh Dreaming of when the morning comes They are turning my head out To see what I'm all about Keeping my head down To see what it feels like now And I have no doubt One day the sun will come out
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