The A-Team – 5 Seconds Of Summer (originally by Ed Sheeran)
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White lips Pale face Breathing in the snowflakes Burnt lungs Sour taste
Lights gone Days 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 Go mad for a couple grams She don’t want to go Outside Tonight And in a pipe She flies to the motherland Sells love to another man It’s too cold outside For angels to fly
Ripped gloves Rain coat Try to swim and stay float Dry house Wet clothes
Loose change Bank notes Dreary eyes and dry throat Cool 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 Go mad for a couple grams She don’t want to go Outside Tonight And in a pipe She flies to the motherland Sells love to another man It’s too cold outside For angels to fly