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