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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 eighteen but lately Her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries And they scream The worst things in life come free to us ‘Cos we're just

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White lips pale face breathing in snowflakes

Struggling to pay rent. Long nights, strange men. Full and accurate LYRICS for "A-Team" from "Fabienne Bergmans": White lips pale face, Breathing in snowflakes, Burnt lungs sour taste, Light's gone day's Trending · Latest · Best match · music writing poetry envelope ed sheeran snitch the a team white lips pale face breathing in. 72898 notes / 8 years 5 months ago White lips, pale face. Breathing in snowflakes.

White lips, pale face Breathing in snowflakes Burned lungs, sour taste Lights'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 …

Burnt lungs, sour taste. Light's gone, day's end. Struggling to pay rent. Long nights, strange men.

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(originally by Ed Sheeran) White lips, pale face. Breathing in snowflakes. Burnt lungs, sour taste. Light's gone, day's end.

Breathing in snowflakes. Burnt lungs, sour taste. Lights gone, days end. Struggling to pay rent. Long nights, strange men. Ed Sheeran – A Team Capo 2nd Intro G | | |G D/F# |Em |Em C |G | || Verse 1 G D/ F# Em White lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakes, C G Burnt lungs, sour taste 1 Feb 2015 White lips, pale face.
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White lips, pale face. Breathing in snowflakes. Burnt lungs, sour taste. Light's gone, day's end. Struggling to pay rent.

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Full and accurate LYRICS for "A-Team" from "Fabienne Bergmans": White lips pale face, Breathing in snowflakes, Burnt lungs sour taste, Light's gone day's

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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 eighteen but lately Her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries And they scream The worst things in life come free to us ‘Cos we're just

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