Ed Sheeran – The A Team Lyrics

Ed Sheeran – The A Team Lyrics
The A Team
Ed Sheeran
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    "The A Team." - Ed Sheeran

    Album: +-=÷× (Tour Collection: Live)
    Track No: 27
    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 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
    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
    And they say
    She's in the Class 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
    But she don't want to go outside tonight
    And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
    Sells love to another man
    It's too cold outside
    For angels to fly
    An angel will die
    Covered in white
    Closed eyed
    And hoping for a better life
    This time will 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 eighteen
    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 upper hand
    And go mad for a couple grams
    And we don't want to go outside tonight
    And in the 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, to fly
    For angels to die

    Writer(s): Ed Sheeran.

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