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Birdy - The A Team lyrics
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 
 Cool girl, no phone 
 And they say 
 She's in the Class A Team 
 Stuck in her daydream Birdy - The A Team - http://motolyrics.com/birdy/the-a-team-lyrics.html
 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
 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 fly
 For angels to die

















