Intro: | 
                There’s a fire starting in my heart,
                                                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’ll 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.

                                 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.
 [bad word] 
                               We could have had it all,
                    Abmaj
     Rolling in the deep,
                                    You had my heart inside of your hand
             Abmaj                    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.
 [bad word] 
     We could have had it all,
     Rolling in the deep,
     You had my heart inside of your hand
             Abmaj
     And you played it to the beat.

                    Abmaj      Could have had it all,
                         Rolling in the deep,
                        Abmaj
     You had my heart inside your hand
                  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.
 [bad word] 
                              (You’re gonna wish you never had met me.)
                          Abmaj
     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.)
        Abmaj
     It all, it all, it all.

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

                         Could have had it all,
                    Abmaj
     Rolling in the deep,
                                    You had my heart inside of your hand
             Abmaj
     But you played it, you played it,
                                        You played it, you played to the beat.