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