text: The A Team Lyrics
  White lips, pale face
  Breathing in the snowflakes
  Burnt lungs, sour taste
  Lights gone, days end
  Struggling to pay rent
  Long nights, strange men
  And they say
  Shes 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
  Cause were just under the upper hand
  And go mad for a couple grams
  And she dont wanna go outside tonight
  And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
  Or sells love to another man
  Its 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
  Shes 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
  Cause were just under the upper hand
  And go mad for a couple grams
  And she dont wanna go outside tonight
  And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
  Or sells love to another man
  Its too cold outside
  For angels to fly
  An angel will die
  Covered in white
  Closed eyes and hopin for a better life
  This time, well fade out tonight
  Straight down the line
  And they say
  Shes 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
  And were all under the upper hand
  And go mad for a couple grams
  And we dont wanna go outside tonight
  And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
  Or sell love to another man
  Its too cold outside
  For angels to fly
  Angels to fly
  Fly, fly
  For angels to fly
  To fly, to fly
  For angels to die196Embed