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      The A Team

      Ed Sheeran

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      Ed Sheeran - The A Team Música y Letra

      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
      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
      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 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
      Go mad for a couple grams
      And we don't want to go outside tonight
      And in a 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
      Or angels to die

      Ed Sheeran - The A Team Música y Letra

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