And they say,
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She's in the class A team,
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Stuck in her daydream,
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Been this way since eighteen.
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But lately her face seems,
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Slowly sinking, wasting,
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Crumbling like pastries
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And they scream
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The worst things in life come free to us.
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'Cause we're just under the upper hand,
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And go mad for a couple grams.
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And she don't want to go outside, tonight.
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And in a pipe she flies to the motherland,
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Or sells love to another man.
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It's too cold outside
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For angels to fly,
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Angels to fly.
|
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And they say,
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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,
|
And 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,
|
To fly, to fly.
|
|
We're just under the upper hand,
|
And 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, to fly,
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Angels to fly
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The A Team
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Lawson |