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Viva La Vida (Cover) 
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by Taylor Swift
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I used to rule the world
Seas 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
the fear in my enemy’s eyes
as the crowd would sing
Now the old king is dead
live the king
One minute I held the keys
Next the closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt
Pillars of sand
I hear bells a-ringing
choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
you go there was never
an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew the doors to let me in
windows and the sound of drums
People couldn’t I’d become
wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
(Oh) who ever be king?
I hear a-ringing
Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can’t explain
I know Saint won’t my name
Never an honest word
But was I ruled the world
For reason I can’t explain
I Saint Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Seas 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
the fear in my enemy’s eyes
as the crowd would sing
Now the old king is dead
live the king
One minute I held the keys
Next the closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt
Pillars of sand
I hear bells a-ringing
choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
you go there was never
an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew the doors to let me in
windows and the sound of drums
People couldn’t I’d become
wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
(Oh) who ever be king?
I hear a-ringing
Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can’t explain
I know Saint won’t my name
Never an honest word
But was I ruled the world
For reason I can’t 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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