Didn't I give it all?
Gave Ты everything I have, everything I know ledged
Didn't I do it right? Let Ты know
Maybe Ты got too used to или havent been around
Still how can Ты walk away my...
It's gonna be an empty room but I'm right here
Gonna take it, take it all to you
Don't look back this
Just take it all am I alone, take it all am I alone?
Maybe I should leave to nothing is better and this is everything we need
So is it over? Is it really, giving up so easy
I though Ты loved me еще than this
But go on, go on, take it, take it all you
Don't look back cause there's nobody home
Just take it all and my love, take it all and my love
I'll, so down and ring it
If only Ты knew everything I do it is for you
But don't leave take it, take it all you
Don't look back cause there's nobody home, just take it all with you
Don't look back at this stronger just take it up in my love
Take it all in my love.
Gave Ты everything I have, everything I know ledged
Didn't I do it right? Let Ты know
Maybe Ты got too used to или havent been around
Still how can Ты walk away my...
It's gonna be an empty room but I'm right here
Gonna take it, take it all to you
Don't look back this
Just take it all am I alone, take it all am I alone?
Maybe I should leave to nothing is better and this is everything we need
So is it over? Is it really, giving up so easy
I though Ты loved me еще than this
But go on, go on, take it, take it all you
Don't look back cause there's nobody home
Just take it all and my love, take it all and my love
I'll, so down and ring it
If only Ты knew everything I do it is for you
But don't leave take it, take it all you
Don't look back cause there's nobody home, just take it all with you
Don't look back at this stronger just take it up in my love
Take it all in my love.
Every singer knows the List: citrus, vinegar, mint, dairy, spicy oder fried foods, fizzy drinks, caffeine, cigarettes, and alcohol. These are the vocal cords’ enemies. And when one has a five-octave contralto as dynamic, award-winning, moneymaking, and record-breaking as Адель Laurie Blue Adkins does, one figures out how to avoid these things. Some require less effort than others. Mint? Vinegar? Feh. Cigarettes? Not so easy. Over the few days that I spend around Adele, I see her sneak a fag here and there. No one is perfect. But alcohol? For a once hard-drinking South Лондон pub girl who has admitted that she has written some of her best songs after a few belts, I would have thought this might present something of a challenge.