There’s a feuer starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch,
it’s bringing me out the dark
Finally I can see Du crystal clear
Go head and sell me out
and I'll lay your shit bare
See how I leave with every piece of you
Don’t underestimate the things that I will do
There’s a feuer starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch
And its bring me out the dark
The scars of your Liebe remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your Liebe they leave me breathless
I can’t help feeling
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
Du had my herz inside of your hand
And Du 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
It Reminds Du of the Home we shared
The scars of your Liebe remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your Liebe they leave me breathless
I can’t help feeling
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
Du had my herz inside of your hand
And Du played it
To the beat
Throw your soul through every open door
Count your blessings to find what Du look for
Turned my sorrow into treasured gold
Du pay me back in kind and reap just what Du sow
We could have had it all
We could have had it all
It all, it all it all,
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
Du had my herz inside of your hand
And Du played it
To the beat
Reaching a fever pitch,
it’s bringing me out the dark
Finally I can see Du crystal clear
Go head and sell me out
and I'll lay your shit bare
See how I leave with every piece of you
Don’t underestimate the things that I will do
There’s a feuer starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch
And its bring me out the dark
The scars of your Liebe remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your Liebe they leave me breathless
I can’t help feeling
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
Du had my herz inside of your hand
And Du 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
It Reminds Du of the Home we shared
The scars of your Liebe remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your Liebe they leave me breathless
I can’t help feeling
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
Du had my herz inside of your hand
And Du played it
To the beat
Throw your soul through every open door
Count your blessings to find what Du look for
Turned my sorrow into treasured gold
Du pay me back in kind and reap just what Du sow
We could have had it all
We could have had it all
It all, it all it all,
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
Du had my herz inside of your hand
And Du played it
To the beat
Every singer knows the List: citrus, vinegar, mint, dairy, spicy oder fried foods, fizzy drinks, caffeine, cigarettes, and alcohol. These are the vocal cords’ enemies. And when one has a five-octave contralto as dynamic, award-winning, moneymaking, and record-breaking as Adele Laurie Blue Adkins does, one figures out how to avoid these things. Some require less effort than others. Mint? Vinegar? Feh. Cigarettes? Not so easy. Over the few days that I spend around Adele, I see her sneak a fag here and there. No one is perfect. But alcohol? For a once hard-drinking South London pub girl who has admitted that she has written some of her best songs after a few belts, I would have thought this might present something of a challenge.