The A Team
[00:12.280]White lips, pale face
[00:14.880]Breathing in snowflakes
[00:17.780]Burnt lungs, sour taste
[00:23.530]Light's gone, day's end
[00:26.240]Struggling to pay rent
[00:29.070]Long nights, strange men
[00:33.740]And they say
[00:35.250]She's in the Class A Team
[00:38.200]Stuck in her daydream
[00:41.020]Been this way since 18
[00:43.870]But lately her face seems
[00:46.610]Slowly sinking, wasting
[00:49.470]Crumbling like pastries
[00:52.160]And they scream
[00:53.520]The worst things in life come free to us
[00:56.300]Cos we're just under the upper hand
[00:59.720]And go mad for a couple of grams
[01:02.500]And she don't want to go outside tonight
[01:07.560]And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
[01:11.040]Or sells love to another man
[01:13.810]It's too cold outside
[01:17.580]For angels to fly
[01:23.200]Angels to fly
[01:31.370]Ripped gloves, raincoat
[01:34.070]Tried to swim and stay afloat
[01:36.880]Dry house, wet clothes
[01:42.520]Loose change, bank notes
[01:45.330]Weary-eyed, dry throat
[01:48.160]Call girl, no phone
[01:52.890]And they say
[01:54.370]She's in the Class A Team
[01:57.380]Stuck in her daydream
[02:00.190]Been this way since 18
[02:02.800]But lately her face seems
[02:05.840]Slowly sinking, wasting
[02:08.680]Crumbling like pastries
[02:11.220]And they scream
[02:12.600]The worst things in life come free to us
[02:15.180]Cos we're just under the upper hand
[02:18.820]And go mad for a couple of grams
[02:21.650]But she don't want to go outside tonight
[02:26.620]And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
[02:30.400]Or sells love to another man
[02:32.700]It's too cold outside
[02:36.670]For angels to fly
[02:39.690]An angel will die
[02:42.570]Covered in white
[02:45.400]Closed eye
[02:47.040]And hoping for a better life
[02:49.560]This time, we'll fade out tonight
[02:53.890]Straight down the line
[03:06.680]And they say
[03:07.850]She's in the Class A Team
[03:10.790]Stuck in her daydream
[03:13.470]Been this way since 18
[03:16.360]But lately her face seems
[03:19.190]Slowly sinking, wasting
[03:22.080]Crumbling like pastries
[03:24.690]They scream
[03:26.050]The worst things in life come free to us
[03:30.180]And we're all under the upperhand
[03:32.310]Go mad for a couple of grams
[03:34.790]And we don't want to go outside tonight
[03:40.040]And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
[03:43.330]Or sell love to another man
[03:46.380]It's too cold outside
[03:50.090]For angels to fly
[03:55.880]Angels to fly
[04:02.000]To fly, fly
[04:07.320]Angels to fly, to fly, to fly
[04:13.310]Angels to die
[00:14.880]Breathing in snowflakes
[00:17.780]Burnt lungs, sour taste
[00:23.530]Light's gone, day's end
[00:26.240]Struggling to pay rent
[00:29.070]Long nights, strange men
[00:33.740]And they say
[00:35.250]She's in the Class A Team
[00:38.200]Stuck in her daydream
[00:41.020]Been this way since 18
[00:43.870]But lately her face seems
[00:46.610]Slowly sinking, wasting
[00:49.470]Crumbling like pastries
[00:52.160]And they scream
[00:53.520]The worst things in life come free to us
[00:56.300]Cos we're just under the upper hand
[00:59.720]And go mad for a couple of grams
[01:02.500]And she don't want to go outside tonight
[01:07.560]And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
[01:11.040]Or sells love to another man
[01:13.810]It's too cold outside
[01:17.580]For angels to fly
[01:23.200]Angels to fly
[01:31.370]Ripped gloves, raincoat
[01:34.070]Tried to swim and stay afloat
[01:36.880]Dry house, wet clothes
[01:42.520]Loose change, bank notes
[01:45.330]Weary-eyed, dry throat
[01:48.160]Call girl, no phone
[01:52.890]And they say
[01:54.370]She's in the Class A Team
[01:57.380]Stuck in her daydream
[02:00.190]Been this way since 18
[02:02.800]But lately her face seems
[02:05.840]Slowly sinking, wasting
[02:08.680]Crumbling like pastries
[02:11.220]And they scream
[02:12.600]The worst things in life come free to us
[02:15.180]Cos we're just under the upper hand
[02:18.820]And go mad for a couple of grams
[02:21.650]But she don't want to go outside tonight
[02:26.620]And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
[02:30.400]Or sells love to another man
[02:32.700]It's too cold outside
[02:36.670]For angels to fly
[02:39.690]An angel will die
[02:42.570]Covered in white
[02:45.400]Closed eye
[02:47.040]And hoping for a better life
[02:49.560]This time, we'll fade out tonight
[02:53.890]Straight down the line
[03:06.680]And they say
[03:07.850]She's in the Class A Team
[03:10.790]Stuck in her daydream
[03:13.470]Been this way since 18
[03:16.360]But lately her face seems
[03:19.190]Slowly sinking, wasting
[03:22.080]Crumbling like pastries
[03:24.690]They scream
[03:26.050]The worst things in life come free to us
[03:30.180]And we're all under the upperhand
[03:32.310]Go mad for a couple of grams
[03:34.790]And we don't want to go outside tonight
[03:40.040]And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
[03:43.330]Or sell love to another man
[03:46.380]It's too cold outside
[03:50.090]For angels to fly
[03:55.880]Angels to fly
[04:02.000]To fly, fly
[04:07.320]Angels to fly, to fly, to fly
[04:13.310]Angels to die
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 upper hand
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
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 we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple of grams
But 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
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
And we're all under the upperhand
Go mad for a couple of grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly, fly
Angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Angels to die
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 upper hand
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
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 we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple of grams
But 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
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
And we're all under the upperhand
Go mad for a couple of grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly, fly
Angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Angels to die
