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Viva La Vida (Cover) Medium
de Taylor Swift
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I used to rule the world
Seas would rise I gave the word
Now in the I alone
Sweep the streets I to own
I used to roll the dice
the fear in my eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
Now the old king is dead
Long live the king
One minute I the keys
Next the doors closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt
Pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I explain
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 to let me in
Shattered windows and the of drums
People believe what I’d become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
(Oh) who ever be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a field
For reason I can’t explain
I know Saint won’t call my name
Never an word
But that was when I ruled the world
For some reason I explain
I know Saint Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I the world
Seas would rise I gave the word
Now in the I alone
Sweep the streets I to own
I used to roll the dice
the fear in my eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
Now the old king is dead
Long live the king
One minute I the keys
Next the doors closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt
Pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I explain
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 to let me in
Shattered windows and the of drums
People believe what I’d become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
(Oh) who ever be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a field
For reason I can’t explain
I know Saint won’t call my name
Never an word
But that was when I ruled the world
For some reason I explain
I know Saint Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I the world
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