I liked this song. Start- 0:13 [: You can Tip Me for my performance here: bit.ly www.SaraSkinner.com Twitter.com Fb.com Join My email list: eepurl.com New videos every week! STREET TEAM: saraskinner.fanrising.com Business Name Songs By Sara LLC Fan Mail! :] 3658 Barham Blvd Box P111 Hollywood, CA 90068 Lyrics: 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 The worst things in life come free to us Cos we're just under the upperhand 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 Angels to fly Ripped gloves, raincoat Tried to swim, stay afloat Dry house, wet clothes Loose change, bank notes Weary-eyed, dry throat Call girl, no phone 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 Cos we're just under the upperhand 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 An angel will die Covered ...
Saturday, December 8, 2012
"The A Team" - Ed Sheeran (Sara Skinner Music Video) Live A Team cover
"The A Team" - Ed Sheeran (Sara Skinner Music Video) Live A Team cover Video Clips. Duration : 4.72 Mins.
I liked this song. Start- 0:13 [: You can Tip Me for my performance here: bit.ly www.SaraSkinner.com Twitter.com Fb.com Join My email list: eepurl.com New videos every week! STREET TEAM: saraskinner.fanrising.com Business Name Songs By Sara LLC Fan Mail! :] 3658 Barham Blvd Box P111 Hollywood, CA 90068 Lyrics: 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 The worst things in life come free to us Cos we're just under the upperhand 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 Angels to fly Ripped gloves, raincoat Tried to swim, stay afloat Dry house, wet clothes Loose change, bank notes Weary-eyed, dry throat Call girl, no phone 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 Cos we're just under the upperhand 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 An angel will die Covered ...
I liked this song. Start- 0:13 [: You can Tip Me for my performance here: bit.ly www.SaraSkinner.com Twitter.com Fb.com Join My email list: eepurl.com New videos every week! STREET TEAM: saraskinner.fanrising.com Business Name Songs By Sara LLC Fan Mail! :] 3658 Barham Blvd Box P111 Hollywood, CA 90068 Lyrics: 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 The worst things in life come free to us Cos we're just under the upperhand 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 Angels to fly Ripped gloves, raincoat Tried to swim, stay afloat Dry house, wet clothes Loose change, bank notes Weary-eyed, dry throat Call girl, no phone 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 Cos we're just under the upperhand 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 An angel will die Covered ...
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