Rolling in the Deep (Adele)

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

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

||   F                 |   G                    |   Em                           |
The scars of your love, remind me of us
|   F                      |   F                            |
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
|   G                       |   Em                           |
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
|   E                         ||
I can’t help feeling

||   Am                  |   G                   |
We could have had it all
|   F                      |   F          G         ||
Rolling in the Deep
Your had my heart, inside of your hand
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

We could have had it all
Rolling in the Deep
Your had my heart Inside of your hand
And you played it, to the beat

||   F                 |   G                  |
We could have had it all
|   Am                |   G                    |
Rolling in the Deep
|   F                   |   F                    |
Your had my heart Inside of your hand
|   G                 |   G                          ||
And you played it, to the beat

(Sin acordes)
Throw yourself through ever open door (Whoa)
Count your blessings to find what look for (Whoa-uh)
Am
Turn my sorrow into treasured gold (Whoa)
And pay me back in kind- You reap just what you sow.

||   Am                   |   G                       |
(I wish you, never had met me)
|   F                       |   F            G              ||
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
( I wish you, never had met me)
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

We could have had it all
Rolling in the Deep
Your had my heart Inside of your hand
And you played it, to the beat

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