Ed Sheeran – The A Team (Live) Lyrics

The A Team (Live) Lyrics By Ed Sheeran

The A Team (Live) Lyrics
The A Team (Live) Lyrics
  • Artist Ed Sheeran
  • Title The A Team (Live)
  • Album +-=÷× (Tour Collection: Live)

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 she's just under the upperhand
Goes mad for a couple grams
She don't wanna go outside tonight
'Cause in a pipe she'll fly to the motherland and
Sell love to another man
It's too cold outside for angels to fly
For angels to fly now
Ripped gloves, raincoat, tried to swim, 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 she's just under the upperhand
Goes mad for a couple grams
She don't wanna go outside tonight
'Cause in a pipe she'll fly to the motherland and
Sell love to another man
It's too cold outside for angels to fly
An angel will die, covered in white
With closed eyes and hoping for a better life
This time now, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line
Straight down the line, oh, mmm
Mmm, mmm
If you have a light on your phone
Can you put the light on? Hold it in the air
I wanna see seventy thousand lights right now
And sing with me!
And they say she's in the Class A -, sing it out!
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
And we are all under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple grams
And we don't wanna go outside tonight
'Cause in a pipe we'll fly to the motherland and
Sell love to another man
It's too cold outside for angels to fly
For angels to fly
To fly, fly
For angels to fly
To fly, to fly
For angels to die

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