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