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Viva La Vida (Cover) 
Medium
by Taylor Swift
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I to rule the world
Seas would rise I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the I to own
I used to the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy’s eyes
Listen as the would sing
Now the old king is dead
live the king
One minute I held the keys
Next the were closed on me
And I that my stand
Upon pillars of salt
of sand
I Jerusalem a-ringing
Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
you go there was never
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wind
Blew the doors to let me in
Shattered and the sound of drums
People couldn’t become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
a puppet on a lonely string
(Oh) who wanna be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman Cavalry 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 when I ruled the world
For some reason I can’t explain
I Peter call my name
an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Seas would rise I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the I to own
I used to the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy’s eyes
Listen as the would sing
Now the old king is dead
live the king
One minute I held the keys
Next the were closed on me
And I that my stand
Upon pillars of salt
of sand
I Jerusalem a-ringing
Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
you go there was never
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wind
Blew the doors to let me in
Shattered and the sound of drums
People couldn’t become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
a puppet on a lonely string
(Oh) who wanna be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman Cavalry 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 when I ruled the world
For some reason I can’t explain
I Peter call my name
an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
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