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  1. 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.

  2. 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.

  3. 12 de jun. de 2011 · Este tema está incluido en el disco The A Team (Remixes) En la canción 'The A Team' de Ed Sheeran, se narra la historia de una joven atrapada en una vida de dificultades y desesperación. Con referencias a la adicción y la prostitución, la letra describe las luchas diarias de esta chica, enfrentando la soledad, el frío y la desesperanza...

  4. 13 de ago. de 2021 · 『 Aclaraciones: 』1. Call Girl = Chica de llamada, término que se refiere a chicas que ofrecen sexo telefónico.2. Covered in white = Cubierto por el blanco (d...

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  5. tono: A (con acordes en la forma de G) Capotraste en 2ª casa Intro: Em C G G D/F# Em White lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakes C G Burnt lungs, sour taste G D/F# Em Light’s gone, day’s end, struggling to pay rent C G Long nights, strange men Am7 C G And they say she’s in the class a team, stuck in her daydream D/F# Am7 C Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly ...

  6. She’s in the Class A Team Ella es de la mejor calidad Stuck in her daydream atrapada en sus fantasías Been this way since 18 ha estado igual desde que tenía 18 años But lately her face seems pero últimamente parece que su cara Slowly sinking, wasting se está hundiendo lentamente, gastándose Crumbling like pastries. derritiéndose como ...

  7. LETRA. The A Team. 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. 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