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The A Team

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Intro:
           



 White lips, pale face
                    

Breathing in the snowflakes
                

Burnt lungs, sour taste

Light's gone, days 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 upper hand

 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, 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 upper hand

 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
              
An angel will die
            
Covered in white
                
Closed eyes and hopin' 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

They scream
    
The worst things in life come free to us
     
                   
And we're all under the upper hand

 And go mad for a couple grams
                   
 And we don't wanna go outside tonight
                       
And in the pipe, fly to the motherland

 Or sell love 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

## Credits

Autore: SHEERAN EDWARD CHRISTOPHER Copyright: © SONYATV MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC