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Viva La Vida (Cover) 
Medium
by Taylor Swift
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I used to rule the world
rise when 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 in my enemy’s eyes
Listen as the would 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
of salt
Pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
Once you go was never
an honest word
But that was I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered and the of drums
couldn’t believe what become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
a puppet on a lonely string
(Oh) who would ever wanna be king?
I hear bells a-ringing
choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can’t explain
I know Peter won’t call my name
an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
For some reason I can’t explain
I know Saint Peter call my name
an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
rise when 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 in my enemy’s eyes
Listen as the would 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
of salt
Pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
Once you go was never
an honest word
But that was I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered and the of drums
couldn’t believe what become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
a puppet on a lonely string
(Oh) who would ever wanna be king?
I hear bells a-ringing
choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can’t explain
I know Peter won’t call my name
an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
For some reason I can’t explain
I know Saint Peter call my name
an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
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