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