ED SHEERAN - THE A TEAM SONG WITH LYRICS

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 we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple 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 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 we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple 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 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 eighteen
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 upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams and we don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside for angels to fly angels to fly to fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly or angels to die