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Viva La Vida (Cover) 
Medium
by Taylor Swift
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I used to rule the world
would when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
the streets I to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy’s eyes
as the would sing
Now the old is dead
live the king
One minute I the keys
Next the doors closed on me
And I that my castles stand
Upon of salt
Pillars of sand
I Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
you go there was never
Never an word
But that was I the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew the doors to let me in
windows and the of drums
People couldn’t become
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 a-ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can’t explain
I know won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
For reason I can’t explain
I know Saint Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
would when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
the streets I to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy’s eyes
as the would sing
Now the old is dead
live the king
One minute I the keys
Next the doors closed on me
And I that my castles stand
Upon of salt
Pillars of sand
I Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
you go there was never
Never an word
But that was I the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew the doors to let me in
windows and the of drums
People couldn’t become
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 a-ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can’t explain
I know won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
For reason I can’t explain
I know Saint Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
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