Roll in the Deep

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Love her to death, 
brain to slain, 
make love to numb the pain. 
Sparrows form to nest, 
so just listen to the music. 
Going back to the past, 
spraying music on the crowd like Hit Clips, 
like those lips 
cause choking 
for words misspoken, 
back to smoking; 
take your habits 
turn them to ashes. 
These passions 
are passive 
without the jolt, 
carbonated 
frustration 
from carbon-based 
misplacement. 
That’s an understatement, 
be gracious. 
In class they are testing, 
questions; 
Too high brow, 
make two of these 
things will slow down. 

I think I know now, 
Rolling in the Deep, 
makes hate to brings the flames out, 
Rolling in the Deep, 
makes the crowd loud, 
hiding all the wretched soul wallows, 
until the pill is swallowed. 

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