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ED SHEERAN : The A Team (This Century Cover) lyrics

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ED SHEERAN lyrics : "The A Team (This Century 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


Chorus:


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
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 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
Call girl, no phone


Chorus:


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
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 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


Chorus:


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

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 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
Or angels to die

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