The A Team

Lyricist: SHEERAN, ED     Composer: SHEERAN, ED
~~~前奏~~~
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 And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cos we're just under the upperhand

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
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 And they scream

The worst things in life come free to us
Cos we're just under the upperhand
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
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

~~~間奏~~~
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
And we're all under the upperhand
Go mad for a couple of 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 To fly, fly
Or angels to fly
To fly to fly angels to fly

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