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The A Team 
Easy
by Ed Sheeran
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White lips, pale face
in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, men
And they say
She's in the class A team
Stuck in her daydream
this way since 18
But lately her seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just
Under 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 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 come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she 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
down the line
And they say
She's in the class A team
in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst in life come free to us
And we're all under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
And we don't to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Fly, fly
For angels to fly
To fly, to fly
Angels to die
in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, men
And they say
She's in the class A team
Stuck in her daydream
this way since 18
But lately her seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just
Under 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 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 come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she 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
down the line
And they say
She's in the class A team
in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst in life come free to us
And we're all under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
And we don't to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Fly, fly
For angels to fly
To fly, to fly
Angels to die
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