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