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Viva La Vida (Cover) 
Medium
by Taylor Swift
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I to rule the world
would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the I used to own
I used to the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy’s eyes
Listen as the sing
Now the old king is dead
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 hear bells a-ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some I can’t explain
you go there was never
Never an honest word
But that was I ruled the world
It was a and wild wind
Blew down the to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn’t believe what I’d become
wait
For my head on a plate
a puppet on a lonely string
(Oh) who ever wanna be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can’t explain
I know Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
For reason I can’t explain
I Saint Peter call my name
an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the I used to own
I used to the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy’s eyes
Listen as the sing
Now the old king is dead
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 hear bells a-ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some I can’t explain
you go there was never
Never an honest word
But that was I ruled the world
It was a and wild wind
Blew down the to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn’t believe what I’d become
wait
For my head on a plate
a puppet on a lonely string
(Oh) who ever wanna be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can’t explain
I know Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
For reason I can’t explain
I Saint Peter call my name
an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
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