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Cut Down Clay
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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 18 But lately her face seems slowly sinking Wasting crumbling like pastries And they scream: The worst things in life come free to us Because 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 For 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 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 But lately her face seems slowly sinking, Wasting, crumbling lane like pastries And they scream: The worst things in life come free to us Because 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
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 For angels to fly, to fly, fly For angels to fly, to fly, to fly For angels to die
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