Текст песни The A Team - Ed Sheeran
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
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
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
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
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
all
under
the
upper
hand
Go
mad
for
a
couple
grams
And
we
don't
want
to
go
outside
tonight
And
in
a
pipe
we
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
For
angels
to
die
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