Testo A-Team - Fabienne Bergmans
Testo della canzone A-Team (Fabienne Bergmans), tratta dall'album De Leukste Kids Hits 2012
White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light gone, day's end
Struggling to pay the 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
Cause we are just under the upper hand
And we 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
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
Cause we are just under the upper hand
And we 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
For angels to fly
For angels to die
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Writer(s): Joel Little, Ella Marija Lani Yelich O'connor
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