The A Team - Ed Sheeran

[00:12.200]White lips, pale face
[00:16.200]Breathing in the snowflakes
[00:18.900]Burnt lungs, sour taste
[00:24.650]Light's gone, day's end
[00:27.210]Struggling to pay rent
[00:30.800]Long nights, strange men
[00:35.210]And they say
[00:37.270]She's in the Class A Team
[00:39.270]Stuck in her daydream
[00:42.200]Been this way since 18
[00:45.520]But lately her face seems
[00:47.950]Slowly sinking, wasting
[00:50.330]Crumbling like pastries
[00:53.140]And they scream
[00:54.460]The worst things in life come free to us
[00:57.330]'Cause we're just under the upper-hand
[01:00.640]And go mad for a couple of grams
[01:03.460]And she don't want to go outside tonight
[01:08.520]And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
[01:11.950]Or sells love to another man
[01:14.140]It's too cold outside
[01:18.580]For angels to fly
[01:22.800]Angels to fly
[01:32.460]Ripped gloves, raincoat
[01:35.800]Tried to swim and stay afloat
[01:37.890]Dry house, wet clothes
[01:43.800]Loose change, bank notes
[01:46.430]Weary-eyed, dry throat
[01:49.180]Call girl, no phone
[01:54.180]And they say
[01:55.560]She's in the Class A Team
[01:58.240]Stuck in her daydream
[02:01.110]Been this way since 18
[02:04.300]But lately her face seems
[02:06.620]Slowly sinking, wasting
[02:09.610]Crumbling like pastries
[02:12.240]And they scream
[02:13.550]The worst things in life come free to us
[02:16.430]'Cause we're just under the upper-hand
[02:19.800]And go mad for a couple of grams
[02:22.490]And she don't want to go outside tonight
[02:27.610]And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
[02:31.240]Or sells love to another man
[02:33.800]It's too cold outside
[02:37.620]For angels to fly
[02:40.740]An angel will die
[02:43.490]Covered in white
[02:46.550]Closed eye
[02:48.500]And hoping for a better life
[02:50.550]This time, we'll fade out tonight
[02:55.500]Straight down the line
[03:07.840]And they say
[03:08.850]She's in the Class A Team
[03:11.660]Stuck in her daydream
[03:14.530]Been this way since 18
[03:17.540]But lately her face seems
[03:20.300]Slowly sinking, wasting
[03:23.100]Crumbling like pastries
[03:25.660]They scream
[03:27.400]The worst things in life come free to us
[03:29.980]And we're all under the upper-hand
[03:33.350]Go mad for a couple of grams
[03:35.720]And we don't want to go outside tonight
[03:41.100]And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
[03:44.290]Or sell love to another man
[03:47.200]It's too cold outside
[03:51.790]For angels to fly
[03:56.900]Angels to fly
[04:03.200]To fly, fly
[04:08.400]Angels to fly, to fly, to fly
[04:14.210]Angels to die