Lyrics A Team - Caitlin Hart
White
lips,
pale
face
Breathing
in
the
snow
flakes
Burn
lungs,
sour
taste
Light's
gone,
day's
end
Struggling
to
pay
rent
Long
nights,
strange
men
And
they
say
she's
in
the
class
A
team
Stuck
in
her
day
dream
Been
this
way
since
eighteen
but
lately
Her
face
seams
slowly
sinking
wasting
Crumbling
like
paistries
And
they
scream
The
worst
things
in
life
come
free
to
us
'Cause
we
are
just
under
the
upper
hand
Go
mad
for
a
couple
grams
But
she
don't
wanna
go
outside
tonight
And
in
her
pipe
she
flies
to
the
motherland
Or
sell
love
to
another
man
It's
too
cold
outside
For
angels
to
fly
Angels
to
fly
Ripped
gloves,
rain
coat
Try
to
swim
to
stay
afloat
Dry
house,
wet
clothes
Loose
change,
bank
notes
Weary
eyed
and
dry
thoat
Call
girl,
no
phone
And
they
say
she's
in
the
class
A
team
Stuck
in
her
day
dream
Been
this
way
since
eighteen
but
lately
Her
face
seems
slowly
sinking
wasting
Crumbling
like
paistries
And
they
scream
The
worst
things
in
life
come
free
to
us
'Cause
we
are
just
under
the
upper
hand
Go
mad
for
a
couple
grams
And
she
don't
wanna
go
outside
tonight
And
in
a
pipe
she
flies
to
the
motherland
Or
sell
love
to
another
man
It's
too
cold
outside
For
angels
to
fly
An
angel
will
die
Covered
in
white
Closed
eyed
And
hoping
for
a
better
life
This
time
We'll
fade
out
tonight
Straight
down
the
line
And
they
say
she's
in
the
class
A
team
Stuck
in
her
day
dream
Been
this
way
since
eighteen
but
lately
Her
face
seems
slowly
sinking
wasting
Crumbling
like
paistries
And
they
scream
The
worst
things
in
life
come
free
to
us
'Cause
we
are
just
under
the
upper
hand
Go
mad
for
a
couple
grams
But
she
don't
wanna
go
outside
tonight
And
in
a
pipe
she
flies
to
the
motherland
Or
sell
love
to
another
man
It's
too
cold
outside
For
angels
to
fly
Angels
to
fly
Angels
to
fly
Angels
to
fly
An
angel
will
die
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