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The A Team

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Ed Sheeran

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Ed Sheeran - The 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 they scream, “the worst things in life come free to us cause we’re just under the upperhand, 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 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 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 upperhand, 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.”

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 they scream, “the worst things in life come free to us cause we’re just under the upperhand, 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.” To fly, fly, for Angles to fly. To fly, to fly, for Angels to die.