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Viva La Vida (Cover) 
Medium
by Taylor Swift
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I used to rule the world
Seas would when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the in my eyes
Listen as the would sing
Now the old is dead
Long live the king
One I held the keys
Next the doors were closed on me
And I discovered my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt
of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman choirs 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 wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
windows and the of drums
couldn’t what I’d become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
(Oh) who would ever wanna be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can’t explain
I know Saint Peter won’t my name
an honest word
But was when I the world
For some I can’t explain
I know Saint Peter my name
an honest word
But was I ruled the world
Seas would when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the in my eyes
Listen as the would sing
Now the old is dead
Long live the king
One I held the keys
Next the doors were closed on me
And I discovered my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt
of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman choirs 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 wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
windows and the of drums
couldn’t what I’d become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
(Oh) who would ever wanna be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can’t explain
I know Saint Peter won’t my name
an honest word
But was when I the world
For some I can’t explain
I know Saint Peter my name
an honest word
But was I ruled the world
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