The A-Team by Ed Sheeran

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

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 outside

For angels to fly

Angels to fly

Ripped gloves, raincoat

Tried to swim and stay afloat

Dry house, wet clothes

Loose change, bank notes

Weary-eyed, dry throat

Call girl, no phone

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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 of grams

But 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 in white

Closed eye

And hoping for a better life

This time, we'll fade out tonight

Straight down the line

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

They scream

The worst things in life come free to us

And we're all under the upperhand

Go mad for a couple of grams

And we don't want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland

Or sell love to another man

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

Angels to fly

To fly, fly

Angels to fly, to fly, to fly

Angels to die.

New York City by Among Savages

New York City

Where all your girls are pretty

All your men are running from somewhere

Making a name for themselves

Are you running from something

Or did you come from nothing

Are you testing the Lord

With the cards that you've been dealt

Where do you find peace

In the middle of the city

Hard enough to find a friend

When everyone's starting over again

I feel like a child

In a world that seems shapeless

When I am most afraid

Is when I get sucked back in

Yeah, you came here with nothing

And your leaving with the same

Sometimes the road that you were walking on

Is going the wrong way

Just come as you are

When you leave you will be changed

Everyday is a gift, everyday is a gift

And it's all slipping away

Now if you leave

Will you feel defeated

Cause you didn't take from the city

As much as the city took from you

What if you'd stayed

What if you'd done what you were thinking

I'd rather you give up on life in the city

Than giving up on life too

It must be hard to live

In the midst of all those buildings

Where the changing of the wind

Don't seem a miracle at all

And by the hands of man

It's a maze of bad habits

Where the rabbit in the hat

Is just a train in the fog

Yeah, you came here with nothing

And your leaving with the same

Sometimes the road that you were walking on

Is going the wrong way

Just come as you are

When you leave you will be changed

Everyday is a gift, everyday is a gift

And it's all slipping away

Follow your dreams

But beware of the illusions

You won't feel the void in your heart

With a bank statement and a car

What is it worth, what is it worth

Have you given up on freedom

You spent your life earning the keys to set you free

When you were free all along

New York City

Where all your girls are pretty

All your men are running from somewhere

Making a name for themselves

Are you running from something

Or did you come from nothing

Are you testing the Lord

With the cards that you've been dealt 

I Can Feel You by Delilah

Hold your breath, don't cry, they're coming

Tainted secrets, don't die, they're coming

And if you wait for dawn to fade

You should see the dark

And as the gold defines your pain

I can feel your heart

Open from the start

I can feel your soul

Yearning to my call

I can feel you

Hold my hand, don't hide, cause they're comin'

Fallen angels, fly by, and they're comin'

So if you wait for dawn to fade

You should see the dark

And as the gold defines your pain

I can feel your heart

Open from the start

And I can feel your soul

Yearning to my call

I can feel you