song teksten

The a team - ed sheeran

Hier is ed sheeran The a team!!!!!

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 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

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 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 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, for angels to fly

Angels to die, covered in white, closed eye
And hoping for a better life
This time, we'll 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

And 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 sells love to another man
It's too cold outside, for angels to fly
Angels to fly, to fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly, angels to die

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