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