Paroles de The A Team
White lips, pale facebreathing 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 heighteen, 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 upperhand,
and go mad for a couple gramms
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
Ripped gloves, raincoat
Try to swim and stay afloat
dry house wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
weary-eyed dry throat
call girl, no phone
The worst things in life come free to us
Cause we're just under the upperhand,
and go mad for a couple gramms
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 eyes 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 daydream,
been this way since heighteen, but lately
her face seems slowly sinking wasting, crumbling like pastries and they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
(Merci à Dreamy06 pour cettes paroles)
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