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're just under the upperhand
Go mad for a couple of 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
[A Team-Ed Sheeran]


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