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Viva La Vida (Cover) 
Medium
by Taylor Swift
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I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy’s eyes
Listen as the crowd 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 that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt
Pillars of sand
I a-ringing
Roman Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a field
For some reason I can’t explain
you go was never
an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered and the sound of drums
People believe what I’d become
wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a on a lonely string
(Oh) who would ever wanna be king?
I a-ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a field
For some reason I explain
I Saint Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was I ruled the world
For some reason I can’t explain
I Saint call my name
an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy’s eyes
Listen as the crowd 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 that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt
Pillars of sand
I a-ringing
Roman Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror, my and shield
My missionaries in a field
For some reason I can’t explain
you go was never
an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered and the sound of drums
People believe what I’d become
wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a on a lonely string
(Oh) who would ever wanna be king?
I a-ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a field
For some reason I explain
I Saint Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was I ruled the world
For some reason I can’t explain
I Saint call my name
an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
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