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