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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 streets 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
the king
One minute I held the keys
the doors were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
pillars of salt
of sand
I hear Jerusalem a-ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t 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
and the sound of drums
People couldn’t believe what become
Revolutionaries wait
For my on a silver plate
Just a on a string
(Oh) who would ever wanna be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For I explain
I know Saint Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
For some I explain
I Saint Peter won’t call my name
Never 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 streets 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
the king
One minute I held the keys
the doors were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
pillars of salt
of sand
I hear Jerusalem a-ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t 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
and the sound of drums
People couldn’t believe what become
Revolutionaries wait
For my on a silver plate
Just a on a string
(Oh) who would ever wanna be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For I explain
I know Saint Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
For some I explain
I Saint Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
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