Текст песни The a Team (Live) - 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
She
is
stuck
in
her
daydream,
been
this
way
since
18
But
lately
her
face
seems
slowly
sinking,
wasting
Crumbling
like
pastries,
they
scream
The
worst
things
in
life
come
free
to
us
'Cause
she's
just
under
the
upperhand
And
goes
mad
for
a
couple
grams
And
she
don't
wanna
go
outside
tonight
'Cause
in
a
pipe
she
flies
to
the
motherland
Or
sells
love
to
another
man
It's
too
cold
outside
for
angels
to
fly
For
angels
to
fly
Rips
gloves,
raincoat,
tried
to
swim,
stay
afloat
Dry
house,
wet
clothes
Loose
change,
bank
notes,
weary-eyed,
dry
throat
Cool
girl,
no
phone
And
they
say
she's
in
the
Class
A
Team
She's
tuck
in
her
daydream,
been
this
way
since
18
But
lately
her
face
seems
slowly
sinking,
wasting
Crumbling
like
pastries,
they
scream
The
worst
things
in
life
come
free
to
us
'Cause
she's
just
under
the
upperhand
And
go
mad
for
a
couple
grams
But
she
don't
wanna
go
outside
tonight
'Cause
in
a
pipe
she
flies
to
the
motherland
Sells
love
to
another
man
It's
too
cold
outside
for
angels
to
fly
An
angel
will
die,
covered
in
white
Closed
eyes
and
hoping
for
a
better
life
This
time,
we'll
fade
out
tonight
Straight
down
the
line
Straight
down
the
line
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