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Viva La Vida (Cover) 
Medium
by Taylor Swift
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I used to rule the world
would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the in my eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
Now the old is dead
live the king
One minute I held the keys
the doors were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
pillars of salt
Pillars of sand
I hear 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
Once you go there was never
an honest 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 of drums
People believe I’d become
Revolutionaries wait
For my on a silver plate
a puppet on a lonely string
(Oh) who would wanna be king?
I 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 know Saint Peter won’t my name
an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
For some reason I can’t explain
I know Saint won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the in my eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
Now the old is dead
live the king
One minute I held the keys
the doors were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
pillars of salt
Pillars of sand
I hear 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
Once you go there was never
an honest 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 of drums
People believe I’d become
Revolutionaries wait
For my on a silver plate
a puppet on a lonely string
(Oh) who would wanna be king?
I 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 know Saint Peter won’t my name
an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
For some reason I can’t explain
I know Saint won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But was when I ruled the world
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