The A Team - Live and in Session

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
Isn't they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause she's just under the upperhand
And goes mad for a couple of grams
And she don't wanna go outside tonight
'Cause in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
And sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
For angels to fly now

Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed and 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
Isn't they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause she's just under the upperhand
And goes mad for a couple of grams
And she don't wanna go outside tonight
'Cause in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
And sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
It's closed eyes
And hoping for a better life
This time now, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line
Straight down the line, oh

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
Isn't they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And we're all under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple of grams
And we don't wanna go outside tonight
'Cause in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
And sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
For angels to fly
And fly, fly
For angels to fly
To fly, to fly
Or angels to die



Credits
Writer(s): Ed Sheeran
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