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