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Viva La Vida (Cover) 
Medium
by Taylor Swift
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I used to the world
Seas would I the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the I used to own
I to the dice
Feel the fear in my eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
Now the old king is dead
Long live the king
One minute I held the keys
Next the doors were closed on me
And I discovered that my stand
Upon of salt
of sand
I bells a-ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
you go there was never
Never an word
But was when I ruled the world
It was a and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People believe what I’d become
Revolutionaries wait
For my on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a string
(Oh) who ever wanna be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman 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 Saint won’t call my name
Never an word
But that was when I ruled the world
For reason I can’t explain
I know Saint Peter call my name
an honest word
But that was when I the world
Seas would I the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the I used to own
I to the dice
Feel the fear in my eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
Now the old king is dead
Long live the king
One minute I held the keys
Next the doors were closed on me
And I discovered that my stand
Upon of salt
of sand
I bells a-ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
you go there was never
Never an word
But was when I ruled the world
It was a and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People believe what I’d become
Revolutionaries wait
For my on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a string
(Oh) who ever wanna be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman 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 Saint won’t call my name
Never an word
But that was when I ruled the world
For reason I can’t explain
I know Saint Peter call my name
an honest word
But that was when I the world
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