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DANIELA ANDRADE : The A Team (Ed Sheeran Cover) lyrics

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DANIELA ANDRADE lyrics : "The A Team (Ed Sheeran Cover)"

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
They scream

The worst things in life come free to us

Cause she's just under the upperhand

And go mad for a couple of grams
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

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 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us


Cause we're just under the upperhand
Go mad for a couple of grams

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

Cause we're all under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
She don't want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside

For angels to fly
For angels to fly
For angels to fly

Or angels to die
To die, to die, to die

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