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There’s a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch,
It’s bringing me out the dark
Finally I can see you crystal clear
Go head and sell me out
And I'll lay your ship bare.
--
Rolling in the Deep, written by Adele and Paul Epworth

 

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