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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 morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my eyes
Listen as the crowd sing
Now the old king is dead
live the king
One I held the keys
Next the doors were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt
of sand
I hear Jerusalem a-ringing
are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some I can’t explain
you go there was never
Never an word
But that was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the of drums
People couldn’t believe what I’d become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
a puppet on a lonely string
(Oh) who would ever wanna be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman 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 my name
an honest word
But was when I the world
For some I explain
I Peter won’t call my name
Never an word
But that was I ruled the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my eyes
Listen as the crowd sing
Now the old king is dead
live the king
One I held the keys
Next the doors were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt
of sand
I hear Jerusalem a-ringing
are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some I can’t explain
you go there was never
Never an word
But that was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the of drums
People couldn’t believe what I’d become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
a puppet on a lonely string
(Oh) who would ever wanna be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman 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 my name
an honest word
But was when I the world
For some I explain
I Peter won’t call my name
Never an word
But that was I ruled the world
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