The A-Team von Ed Sheeran

White lips, pale face Breathing in the snowflakes Burnt lungs, sour
taste Light's gone, days 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 'Cause we're just under the upper
hand And go mad for a couple grams And she don't wanna 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, stay afloat Dry house, wet
clothes Loose change, bank notes Weary-eyed and 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 'Cause we're just under the upper
hand And go mad for a couple grams But she don't wanna go outside
tonight And 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 hopin' 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 They scream The worst things in life come free to us
And we're just under the upper hand And go mad for a couple grams
And we don't wanna go outside tonight And in the pipe she flies to
the motherland Or sell love to another man It's too cold outside
For angels to fly Angels to fly Angels to fly