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hi!
sorry, what color are my eyes? I can't tell. Is that green, or blue, or grey?
It looks kind of greenish blue. It looks hazel cause of the camera.
True.
I'm sorry. you did not need to see my eyeball. haha
(You don't need to hear me) haa.
I'm Kat Diblasi, and I'm going to be doing a cover of 'The A-team' by Ed Sheeran.
(And she's wearing my hat) Yes I am.
White lips.
Pale face, breathing in the snowflakes. Burnt lungs, sour taste.
Lights gone, days end, struggling to pay rent.
Long nights, strange men.
And they say, shes in the class A-team,
Stuck in
Her day-dream.Been this way since 18 but Latley
Her face seems; slowly sinking wasting
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worse things in life are free to us cause we're just
under the upper hand
Or go mad for acouple grahms.
And she don't want to go outside tonight.
And in a pipe she flies to the mother land, or sells love to another man.
Its too cold outside
for angels to fly.
Angels to flyy.
Ripped gloves
Rain coat
Try to swim and stay afloat
Dry house; wet clothes.
Loose change, bank notes, weary eyed and dry throat.
call girl, no phone.
And they say shes in the class
A-team
Stuck in her
Day-dream.
been this way since 18
but lately her face seems slowly sinking
wasting, crumbling like
pastries and they scream
the worse things in life come free to us cause we're 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.
Its to cold outside for
Angels to fly.
And angel will die
covered in white
closed eyes, hoping for a better life.
this time, we'll fade out tonight straight down the line.
sorry if I keep looking away, I'm trying to make sure my friend Maria isn't doing anything.
(Me?!) Yeah you, ***!
(You ***!)
And they say she's in the class A-team
stuck in her
day dream
been this way since 18 but latley her face seems
slowly sinking
waisting
crumbling like pastries, and they scream, the worse things and life are free to us and we're all under the upper hand
go mad for a couple 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
for angels to fly
to fly, tp fly, to fly.
Angels to die.
thank you for watching thank you so so so much
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