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