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The A Team 
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de Ed Sheeran
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White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
to pay rent
Long nights, strange men
And say
She's in the class A team
Stuck in her daydream
Been way since 18
But lately her seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in 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 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
change, notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone
And they say
She's in the A team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
like pastries
And they scream
The worst in life come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a grams
And she don't want to go tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells to man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a life
This time
We'll out tonight
down the line
And say
She's in the class A team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way 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 all under the upper hand
Go mad for a grams
And we don't want to go tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or love to man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Fly, fly
For angels to fly
To fly, to fly
Angels to die
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
to pay rent
Long nights, strange men
And say
She's in the class A team
Stuck in her daydream
Been way since 18
But lately her seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in 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 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
change, notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone
And they say
She's in the A team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
like pastries
And they scream
The worst in life come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a grams
And she don't want to go tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells to man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a life
This time
We'll out tonight
down the line
And say
She's in the class A team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way 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 all under the upper hand
Go mad for a grams
And we don't want to go tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or love to man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Fly, fly
For angels to fly
To fly, to fly
Angels to die
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