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Viva La Vida (Cover) 
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de Taylor Swift
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I to rule the world
would rise when I the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy’s eyes
as the crowd sing
Now the old king is dead
Long the king
One minute I held the keys
Next the doors were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt
Pillars of sand
I Jerusalem a-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
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew the doors to let me in
Shattered and the of drums
People couldn’t believe I’d become
wait
For my head on a silver plate
a puppet on a lonely string
(Oh) who would ever wanna be king?
I hear a-ringing
Roman Cavalry 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 honest word
But was I the world
For some reason I explain
I Saint won’t call my name
Never an word
But that was when I ruled the world
would rise when I the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy’s eyes
as the crowd sing
Now the old king is dead
Long the king
One minute I held the keys
Next the doors were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt
Pillars of sand
I Jerusalem a-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
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew the doors to let me in
Shattered and the of drums
People couldn’t believe I’d become
wait
For my head on a silver plate
a puppet on a lonely string
(Oh) who would ever wanna be king?
I hear a-ringing
Roman Cavalry 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 honest word
But was I the world
For some reason I explain
I Saint won’t call my name
Never an word
But that was when I ruled the world
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