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