A Team-Ed Sheeran

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White lips, pale face

Breathing in snowflakes

Burnt lungs, sour taste


Lights gone, days 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, 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 upper hand

And go mad for a couple grams

But 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


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 under the upper hand

And go mad for a couple grams

And we don't want to go outside, tonight

And in the pipe she 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

For angels to fly, to fly, to fly

Angels to die

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