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letra de a team - ivan b

[hook: marie elizabeth]
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 cl-ss 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 upper hand
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

[ivan b]
she was only seventeen, she was open like a book
boyfriend’s getting high but every time she overlook
he couldn’t stop it if he wanted and she knew
she loved him so much, she began to do it too
she started getting high it was fun nothing fatal
he pressured on with the bills on the table
couple months hundred bottles starting feeling sick
vomit in the bathroom while her boyfriend’s taking hits
she lost her scholarship ’cause her grades are down the drain
she took a hit to ease the pain nothing seem to change
but it was okay, ’cause he was always there
half the time his body was but he was never there
but she dealt with it ’cause he was all she had
her parents didn’t care she moved down with just a bag
her eyes began to water something happened that she feared
all of her friends around her just began to disappear
couple months later she caught him having s-x
with that one person he promised to never text
running out the door he chased with his car
no money to fill it up so he didn’t get too far
crashed into a tree he was still feeling high
face against the pavement with police standing by
she’s looking at a mirror heart beating like a drum
a night of having fun to what have i become
there’s nothing left to say, nothing left to do
her parents aren’t home and doesn’t have a room
tears running down her face, she’s grabbing every bottle
hand filled with bills, other hand began to dial
calling every friend but only left a message
“i don’t know what i am, but i’m sorry for my presence”
grabbed the piece of paper to her parents here she wrote
“i’m sorry for what i am, i know that i’m a joke”
she swallowed every pill fell asleep on their bed
they tried to wake her up, but she never woke again
she never woke again!
she never woke again!!

[hook: marie elizabeth]
and they say
she’s in the cl-ss 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
and she’s just under the upper hand
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 die

- ivan b

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