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