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The A Team 
Easy
de Ed Sheeran
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lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, men
And say
She's in the class A team
in her daydream
Been this way 18
But lately her face seems
sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And scream
The worst things in life 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 love to 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
girl, no phone
And they say
She's in the class A team
Stuck in her daydream
Been way since 18
But lately her face seems
sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just the hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too outside
For to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life
This time
We'll out tonight
Straight 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
They scream
The things in life come free to us
And we're all the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
And we don't want to go tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too outside
For angels to fly
to fly
Fly, fly
For angels to fly
To fly, to fly
Angels to die
Breathing in snowflakes
lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, men
And say
She's in the class A team
in her daydream
Been this way 18
But lately her face seems
sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And scream
The worst things in life 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 love to 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
girl, no phone
And they say
She's in the class A team
Stuck in her daydream
Been way since 18
But lately her face seems
sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just the hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too outside
For to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life
This time
We'll out tonight
Straight 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
They scream
The things in life come free to us
And we're all the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
And we don't want to go tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too outside
For angels to fly
to fly
Fly, fly
For angels to fly
To fly, to fly
Angels to die
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