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The a Team

Lawson

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

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, to fly, to fly

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,
For angels to fly, to fly, angels to fly
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