Saturday, 22 September 2012

THE A TEAM FLUTE NOTES

White lips, pale face
B C# G# A


Breathing in snow flakes
B C# C# E C#


Burnt lungs, sour taste
B C# E E


Light's gone, days end, struggling to pay rent
B C# G# A B C# C# A E C#


Long nights, strange men
B C# E E


And they say she's in the class A team
A E C# A A A A E C#


Stuck in her day-dream
A A A E C#


Been this way since eighteen but lately her face seems
A A A A B C# A B C# A E C#


Slowly sinking wasting, crumbling like pastries
A A A A E C# A A A E C#


They scream the worst things in life come free to us
E C# A C# C# C# C# C# C# B A


Cause we're just under the upper hand
A A C# C# C# B C# B C#


And go mad for a couple grams
A C# C# C# A C# B A


And she don't want to go__outside tonight
A C# E F# E C# B A A A B C#


And in a pipe she flies to the mother land
B C# B C# B C# C# B C# B C#


Or sells love to another man
A C# C# C# D C# B A


It's to cold____ outside for angels to fly
C# E F# A G# E C# B A A E C# B A

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