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Viva La Vida (Cover) 
Medium
by Taylor Swift
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I used to rule the world
would rise when I gave 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 enemy’s eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
Now the old is dead
Long the king
One minute I held the keys
the were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon of salt
Pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can’t explain
you go was never
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered and the sound of drums
People couldn’t believe I’d become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
a on a string
(Oh) who would ever be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a field
For some reason I can’t explain
I know Saint won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was I the world
For some reason I can’t explain
I know Saint Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was I the world
would rise when I gave 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 enemy’s eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
Now the old is dead
Long the king
One minute I held the keys
the were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon of salt
Pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can’t explain
you go was never
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered and the sound of drums
People couldn’t believe I’d become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
a on a string
(Oh) who would ever be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My in a field
For some reason I can’t explain
I know Saint won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was I the world
For some reason I can’t explain
I know Saint Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was I the world
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