Adele,
Throw your soul through every open door,
Count your blessings to find what you look for
Turn my sorrow into treasured gold,
You'll pay me back in kind and reap just what you've sow
Count your blessings to find what you look for
Turn my sorrow into treasured gold,
You'll pay me back in kind and reap just what you've sow
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