White lips , pale face.
Breathing in snowflakes.
Burnt Lungs , sour taste.
Lights gone , days end.
Struggling to pay rent.
Long nights , strange men.
& 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.
The A Team - Ed Sheeran
Breathing in snowflakes.
Burnt Lungs , sour taste.
Lights gone , days end.
Struggling to pay rent.
Long nights , strange men.
& 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.
The A Team - Ed Sheeran
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