
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 18
But lately her face seems, Slowly sinking, Wasting
Crumbling like pastries, And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cos we're just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple of 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 18
But lately her face seems, Slowly sinking, Wasting
Crumbling like pastries, And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cos we're just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple of grams
But 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, 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 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 all under the upperhand
Go mad for a couple of grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she fly's to the motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside, For angels to fly
Angels to fly, To fly, Fly
Angels to fly, to fly, To fly
Angels to die
Ed Sheeran Album Lyrics, The A Team Lyrics, Ed Sheeran The A Team Album Lyrics
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