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KINA GRANNIS, SCOTT HOYING & KEVIN OLUSOLA : The A Team (Ed Sheeran Cover) lyrics

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KINA GRANNIS, SCOTT HOYING & KEVIN OLUSOLA 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 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 (yeah)
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 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 will 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
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 (for angels to fly)
Angels to fly

To fly, fly
Or angels to die

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