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The A Team (Megan Nicole)

White lips, pale face Breathing in snowflakes Burnt lungs, sour taste Light's gone, day's end Struggling to payrent 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 she’s 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 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 she’s 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 An angel will die Covered in white Closed eyes And hoping for a better life This time, we'll fade out tonight Straight down the line Straight down the line, Yeah 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 They scream The worst things in life come free to us Cos we’re all under the upperhand Go mad for a couple of grams And we’re don't want to go outside tonight And in a pipe she’s fly to the Motherland Or sell love to another man It's too cold outside For angels to fly Angels to fly To fly, yeah Angels to die