There's a fire starting
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in my heart,
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Reaching a fever pitch
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and it's bring me out the dark,
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Finally, I can see you
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crystal clear
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Go ahead and sell me out
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and I'll lay your sheet bare,
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See how I'll leave
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with every piece of you,
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Don't underestimate
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the things that I will do,
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There's a fire starting
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in my heart
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Reaching a fever pitch
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and it's bring me out the dark,
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The scars of your love
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remind me of us,
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They keep me thinking
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that we almost had it all,
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The scars of your love,
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they leave me breathless,
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I can't help feeling,
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We could have had it all,
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You're gonna wish you
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never had met me
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Rolling in the deep,
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Tears are gonna fall
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rolling in the deep
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You had my heart
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inside of your hands
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never had met me
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And you played it to the beat
|
rolling in the deep
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Baby, I have no story to be told,
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But I've heard one on you
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and I'm gonna
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make your head burn
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Think of me
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in the depths of your despair,
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Make a home down there
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as mine sure won't be shared,
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The scars of your love
|
remind me of us,
|
They keep me thinking that
|
we almost had it all,
|
The scars of your love,
|
they leave me breathless
|
I can't help feeling,
|
We could have had it all,
|
You're gonna wish you
|
never had met me
|
Rolling in the deep,
|
Tears are gonna fall
|
rolling in the deep
|
You had my heart
|
inside of your hands,
|
And you played it to the beat,
|
Could have had it all,
|
Rolling in the deep,
|
You had my heart
|
inside of your hands,
|
But you played it with a beating,
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Throw your soul
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through every open door,
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Count your blessings to find
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what you look for,
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Turn my sorrow into treasured gold
|
You'll pay me back in kind
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and reap just what you've sown
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You're gonna wish you
|
never had met me
|
We could have had it all,
|
Tears are gonna fall
|
rolling in the deep
|
We could have had it all,
|
You're gonna wish you
|
never had met me
|
It all, it all, it all,
|
We could have had it all,
|
Rolling in the deep
|
You had my heart
|
inside of your hands,
|
And you played it to the beat,
|
Could have had it all
|
Rolling in the deep,
|
You had my heart
|
inside of your hands
|
But you played it,
|
You played it,
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You played it,
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You played it to the beat
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Rolling In The Deep
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| Vazquez Sounds |
