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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
the streets I used to own
I to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy’s eyes
as the crowd would sing
Now the old king is dead
Long live the king
One minute I the keys
Next the doors on me
And I that my stand
Upon of salt
of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some I can’t explain
Once you go there was never
an honest word
But that was when I the world
It was a wicked and wind
down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn’t become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
(Oh) who would wanna be king?
I Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
I Saint Peter won’t call my name
an honest word
But that was I the world
For some reason I can’t explain
I know Saint won’t call my name
Never an word
But was I the world
Seas rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
the streets I used to own
I to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy’s eyes
as the crowd would sing
Now the old king is dead
Long live the king
One minute I the keys
Next the doors on me
And I that my stand
Upon of salt
of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some I can’t explain
Once you go there was never
an honest word
But that was when I the world
It was a wicked and wind
down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn’t become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
(Oh) who would wanna be king?
I Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
I Saint Peter won’t call my name
an honest word
But that was I the world
For some reason I can’t explain
I know Saint won’t call my name
Never an word
But was I the world
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