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LUCA HäNNI lyrics : "The A Team Ed Sheeran"

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


Chorus:
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 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
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


Chorus


And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cos we're just under the upperhand

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

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

Chorus


They scream
The worst things in life come free to us

And we're all under the upper hand
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

For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly, fly

Angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Angels to die

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