The A Team lyrics

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Birdy lyrics : "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
Cos we're just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple of 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

Cool 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
Cos we're just under the upperhand

And go mad for a couple of 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

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
Cos we're just under the upperhand

And go mad for a couple of 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

For angels to fly
To fly
For angels to die


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Writer(s): Ed Sheeran
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