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Viva La Vida (Cover) 
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de Taylor Swift
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I used to rule the world
Seas 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 enemy’s eyes
Listen as the crowd sing
Now the old king is dead
Long live the king
One I held the keys
Next the were on me
And I that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt
of sand
I Jerusalem a-ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can’t explain
Once you go there was never
Never an word
But that was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
windows and the of drums
People couldn’t believe I’d become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
a puppet on a string
(Oh) who would ever be king?
I hear 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 Peter won’t call my name
an honest word
But that was I ruled the world
For some I can’t explain
I know Peter won’t call my name
an honest word
But that was when I the world
Seas 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 enemy’s eyes
Listen as the crowd sing
Now the old king is dead
Long live the king
One I held the keys
Next the were on me
And I that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt
of sand
I Jerusalem a-ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can’t explain
Once you go there was never
Never an word
But that was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
windows and the of drums
People couldn’t believe I’d become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
a puppet on a string
(Oh) who would ever be king?
I hear 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 Peter won’t call my name
an honest word
But that was I ruled the world
For some I can’t explain
I know Peter won’t call my name
an honest word
But that was when I the world
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