The A-Team von Ed Sheeran

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White lips, pale face Breathing in the snowflakes Burnt lungs, sour taste

Light's gone, days 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

'Cause we're just under the upper hand And go mad for a couple grams And she don't wanna 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 and 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

'Cause we're just under the upper hand And go mad for a couple grams But she don't wanna 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 eyes and hopin' 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 just under the upper hand And go mad for a couple grams And we don't wanna go outside tonight And in the pipe she flies to the motherland Or sell love to another man It's too cold outside For angels to fly Angels to fly Angels to fly