fredag 7 oktober 2011

The A Team


Ed Sheeran är min nya favoritartist.

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,
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 outisde, 
for angels to fly.

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