The A Team (Live)

Lyrics
[Verse 1] White lips, pale face Breathin' in the snowflakes Burnt lungs, sour taste Light's gone, days end Struggling to pay rent Long nights, strange men [Chorus] 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" [Post-Chorus] 'Cause she's just under the upper hand Goes mad for a couple grams She don't wanna go outside tonight 'Cause in a pipe, she'll fly to thе Motherland Or sell love to anothеr man It's too cold outside For angels to fly For angels to fly, now [Verse 2] Ripped gloves, raincoat Tried to swim and stay afloat Dry house, wet clothes Loose change, banknotes Weary-eyed, dry throat Call girl, no phone [Chorus] 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" [Post-Chorus] 'Cause she's just under the upper hand Goes mad for a couple grams She don't wanna go outside tonight 'Cause in a pipe, she'll fly to the Motherland And sell love to another man It's too cold outside For angels to fly [Bridge] Now an angel will die, covered in white Closed eye and hopin' for a better life This time, now, we'll fade out tonight Straight down the line Straight down the line, oh Mmm, Mmm [Interlude] If you have a light on your phone Can you put the light on? Hold it in the air I wanna see seventy-thousand lights right now And sing with me! [Chorus] And they say She's in the Class A (sing it out!) 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" [Post-Chorus] And we are all under the upper hand And go mad for a couple grams And we don't wanna go outside tonight 'Cause in a pipe, we fly to the Motherland And sell love to another man It's too cold outside For angels to fly [Outro] For angels to fly Fly, fly For angels to fly To fly, to fly For angels to die
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Credits
- Writers
- Ed Sheeran