The a Team (Live at the Tabernacle)
Birdy"The a Team (Live at the Tabernacle)" es una canción de Birdy, 2011, Pop. La canción dura 5:13, 65 lines / 321 words.
Letra
0:17White lips pale face
0:20Breathing in the snowflakes
0:24Burnt lungs sour taste
0:32Light's gone day's end
0:35Struggling to pay rent
0:38Long nights strange men
0:44And they say
0:46She's in the Class A Team
0:49Stuck in her daydream
0:53Been this way since eighteen but lately
0:57Her face seems
0:59Slowly sinking wasting
1:02Crumbling like pastries
1:05And they scream
1:06The worst things in life come free to us
1:10'Cause we're just under the upperhand
1:14And go mad for a couple grams
1:18But she don't want to go outside tonight
1:24And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
1:28Or sells love to another man
1:32It's too cold outside
1:36For angels to fly
1:43For angels to fly
1:53Ripped gloves raincoat
1:56Tried to swim stay afloat
1:59Dry house wet clothes
2:07Loose change bank notes
2:09Weary-eyed dry throat
2:13Cool girl no phone
2:18And they say
2:20She's in the Class A Team
2:23Stuck in her daydream
2:26Been this way since eighteen but lately
2:31Her face seems
2:33Slowly sinking wasting
2:36Crumbling like pastries
2:39And they scream
2:41The worst things in life come free to us
2:43'Cause we're just under the upperhand
2:48And go mad for a couple grams
2:52And she don't want to go outside tonight
2:58And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
3:03Or sells love to another man
3:06It's too cold outside
3:10For angels to fly
3:17For angels to fly
3:53And they say
3:55She's in the Class A Team
3:58Stuck in her daydream
4:01Been this way since eighteen but lately
4:06Her face seems
4:07Slowly sinking wasting
4:11Crumbling like pastries
4:14And they scream
4:15The worst things in life come free to us
4:18'Cause we're just under the upperhand
4:23And go mad for a couple of grams
4:26And she don't want to go outside tonight
4:32And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
4:37Or sells love to another man
4:41It's too cold outside
4:45For angels to fly
4:52For angels to fly
5:00To fly
5:13For angels to die
White lips pale face Breathing in the snowflakes Burnt 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 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 upperhand And go mad for a couple 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 For angels to fly Ripped gloves raincoat Tried to swim stay afloat Dry house wet clothes Loose change bank notes Weary-eyed dry throat Cool girl no phone And they say 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 upperhand 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 And they say 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 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 For angels to fly To fly For angels to die
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