The A Team - True Tiger Remix

White lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end, struggling to pay rent
Long nights

It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
For angels to fly, fly
Angels to fly

For angels to die
Covered in white
This time
Angels to die

This time
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
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
For angels to die

Covered in white
This time
Angels to die
This time

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
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly

Cause she's just under the upper hand
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



Credits
Writer(s): Ed Sheeran
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