Adele — Rolling in the deep

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C5                 G5
There’s a fire starting in my heart,
   Bb5                               G5                Bb5
Reaching a fever pitch, and it’s bringing me out the dark.
C5                G5
Finally I can see you crystal clear,
  Bb5                             G5              Bb5
Go ahead and sell me out and I’ll lay your ship bare.

C5                      G5
See how I’ll leave with every piece of you,
Bb5                     G5                 Bb5
Don’t underestimate the things that I will do.
C5             G5
There’s a fire starting in my heart,
Bb5                             G5                  Bb5
Reaching a fever pitch and it’s bringing me out the dark.

 Ab             Bb                  Gm
The scars of your love remind me of us,
                Ab
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all.
                Bb                       Gm
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless,
                G
I can’t help feeling.

Chorus:
                 Cm Bb
We could have had it all,
                 Ab
Rolling in the deep,
        Bb             Cm           Bb
You had my heart inside of your hand
       Ab               Bb
And you played it to the beat.

Baby, I have no story to be told,
But I’ve heard one of you and I'm gonna make your head burn.
Think of me in the depths of your despair,
Making a home down there as mine sure won't be shared.

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.

Chorus:
We could have had it all,
Rolling in the deep,
You had my heart inside of your hand
        Ab
And you played it to the beat.
 Bb                Ab Bb
Could have had it all,
             Cm Bb
Rolling in the deep,
                 Ab
You had my heart inside your hand
        Bb
But you played it, with a beating.

Throw your soul through every open door,
Count your blessings to find what you look for.
Turn my sorrow into treasured gold,
You pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow.
Chorus.

Автор разбора: Альберт Фатхутдинов