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