Song Lyrics pt. 2

26: The A Team

White lips, pale face

Breathing in snowflakes

Burnt lungs, sour taste

Light's gone, days 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 eighteen

But lately her face seems

Slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries

And they scream

The worse things in life come free to us

'Cause we're just under the upper hand

And go mad for a couple grams

And she don't wanna 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

Cool girl, no phone

And they say she's in the Class A Team

Stuck in her daydram

Been this way since eighteen

But lately her face seems

Slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries]

And they scream

The worse things in life come free to us

'Cause we're just under the upper hand

And go mad for a couple grams

And she don't wanna 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

An angel will die

Covered in white

Closed eye

And hoping for a better life

This time, we'll fade out tonight

Straight down the line

And they say she's in the Class A Team

Stuck in her daydram

Been this way since eighteen

But lately her face seems

Slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries]

They scream

The worse things in life come free to us

And we're just under the upper hand

Go mad for a couple grams

And we don't wanna go outside tonight

And in a pipe we flies to the Motherland

Or sell love to another man

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

Angels to fly

To fly, fly

For angels to fly

To fly, to fly

For angels to die

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