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The A-team

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Intro: (         )
White lips pale face  
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs sour taste
Light's gone day's end  
Struggling to pay rent  
Long nights strange men  
And they say  
She's in the Class A Team  
Stuck in her daydream  
Been this way since 18  
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking wasting
Crumbling like pastries  
And they scream  
The worst things in life come free to us  
Cos we're just under the upperhand     
And go mad for a couple of grams       
And she don't want to go outside tonight  
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland    
Or sells love to another man      
It's too cold outside  
For angels to fly  
Angels to fly      
Ripped gloves raincoat  
Tried to swim and stay afloat  
Dry house wet clothes  
Loose change bank notes
Weary-eyed dry throat  
Call girl no phone  
And they say  
She's in the Class A Team  
Stuck in her daydream  
Been this way since 18  
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking wasting
Crumbling like pastries  
And they scream  
The worst things in life come free to us  
Cos we're just under the upperhand     
And go mad for a couple of grams       
And she don't want to go outside tonight  
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland    
Or sells love to another man      
It's too cold outside  
For angels to fly  
Angels to fly      
Oooooooooooooooooh   (2x)
And they say  
She's in the Class A Team  
Stuck in her daydream  
Been this way since 18  
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking wasting
Crumbling like pastries  
And they scream  
The worst things in life come free to us  
Cos we're just under the upperhand     
And go mad for a couple of grams       
And she don't want to go outside tonight  
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland    
Or sells love to another man      
It's too cold outside  
For angels to fly     
For angels to fly  
To flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
For angels to die

The A-team

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