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Ed SheeranThe A Team

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 the scream

The worst things in life come free to us

'Cause we're just under the upper-hand

And go mad for a couple of grams

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


And the scream

The worst things in life come free to us

'Cause we're just under the upper-hand

And go mad for a couple of grams

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

To fly, fly

Angels to fly, to fly, to fly

Angels to die
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 the scream

The worst things in life come free to us

'Cause we're just under the upper-hand

And go mad for a couple of grams

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


And the scream

The worst things in life come free to us

'Cause we're just under the upper-hand

And go mad for a couple of grams

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

To fly, fly

Angels to fly, to fly, to fly

Angels to die

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