The A Team

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 eighteen but lately her face seems
 Slowly sinking, wasting
 Crumbling like pastries, and they scream
 The worst 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 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
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 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 eighteen, but lately her face seems
 Slowly sinking, wasting
 Crumbling like pastries, and they scream
 The worst 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 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
 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 (oh)
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 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, they scream
 The worst things in life come free to us
 And we're (oh) all under the upper hand
 (Oh) go mad for a couple grams
 (Oh) and we don't want to go outside (oh) tonight
 And in a (oh) pipe we fly to the Motherland
 (Oh) or sell love to another man
 (Oh) it's too cold outside (oh) for angels to fly (oh, oh), angels to fly (oh)
 To fly (oh), fly
 For angels to fly (oh), to fly, to fly (oh)
 For angels to die