Wednesday, January 26, 2011

"There's a fire starting in my heart, Reaching a fever pitch and it's bring me out the dark."

Could have had it all,
Rolling in the deep,
You had my heart inside of 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,

We could have had it all.

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