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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 when I gave the word
Now in the I alone
the streets I used to own
I used 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 I the keys
Next the doors were on me
And I discovered my stand
pillars of salt
Pillars of sand
I Jerusalem a-ringing
choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wind
the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn’t I’d become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a plate
a on a lonely string
(Oh) who be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
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
Never an honest word
But was when I the world
For some I can’t explain
I Saint won’t call my name
an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the I alone
the streets I used to own
I used 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 I the keys
Next the doors were on me
And I discovered my stand
pillars of salt
Pillars of sand
I Jerusalem a-ringing
choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wind
the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn’t I’d become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a plate
a on a lonely string
(Oh) who be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
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
Never an honest word
But was when I the world
For some I can’t explain
I Saint won’t call my name
an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
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