Accords et paroles The A Team Ed Sheeran

The A Team

Ed Sheeran

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 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
 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 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
 To fly fly
 Angels to fly to fly to fly
 Angels to die.

The A Team

Ed Sheeran

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