Rolling In The Deep/ Someone Like You/ Turning Tables

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

There's a fire starting in my heart,
Reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out of the dark.
Finally I can see you crystal clear,
Go ahead and sell me out and I'll lay your ship to bear.
See how I leave with every piece of you,
Don't under estimate the things that I will do.

The scars of your love remind me of us that keep me thinkin',
We almost had it all,
The scars of your love that leave me breathless I can't help feelin',

We could've had it all, rolling in the deep,
You had my heart inside your hands, and you played it,
to the beat, yea.

Nevermind I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best, for you, too.
Don't forget me, I beg, I remember you saying,
Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead.
Cuz sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts, instead.

*Instrumental*

And I can't keep up with your turning tables
Under your thumb, I can't breathe.
So I won't let you, close enough to hurt me
No I won't ask you, you did just desert me
I can't give you, the heart you think you gave me.
It's time to say goodbye - to turning tables.
There's a fire, starting in my heart...

We could've had it all, rolling in the deep,
You had my heart inside your hands, and you played it,
to the beat.
We could've had it all,
(Nevermind I'll find someone-)
Rolling in the deep.
(-like you)
You had my heart inside your hands,
(I wish nothing but the best-)
[So I won't, Let you...]
And you played it, to the beat.
(for you, too)
[Close enough to hurt me...]
We could've had it all,
(Don't forget me, I beg)
[No I won't, ask you...]
Rolling in the deep.
(I remember you sayin')
[You did just desert me...]
You had my heart inside your hands,
(Sometimes it lasts in love-)
[I can't give you...]
And you played it, to the beat.
(-But sometimes it hurts, instead)
[The heart you think you gave me]

Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts, instead.
It's time to say goodbye... to turning tables.
To turning tables...