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The A Team 
Easy
by 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 they say
She's in the A team
Stuck in her daydream
this way since 18
But lately her seems
sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And scream
The things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just
Under the hand
And go mad for a 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 and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone
And say
She's in the class 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 the upper hand
And go mad for a grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or love to man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
eye
And for a 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 pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come 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 to another 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 they say
She's in the A team
Stuck in her daydream
this way since 18
But lately her seems
sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And scream
The things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just
Under the hand
And go mad for a 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 and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone
And say
She's in the class 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 the upper hand
And go mad for a grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or love to man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
eye
And for a 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 pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come 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 to another 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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