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The A Team – Ed Sheeran

Ed Sheeran

The A Team lyrics

Language
English
Level
Intermediate
Released
2010
Genre
Pop
Length
4:19
  1. White lips, pale face

  2. Breathing in snowflakes

  3. Burnt lungs, sour taste

  4. Light's gone, day's end

  5. Struggling to pay rent

  6. Long nights, strange men

  7. And they say, she's in the Class A Team

  8. Stuck in her daydream

  9. Been this way since eighteen but lately her face seems

  10. Slowly sinking, wasting

  11. Crumbling like pastries, and they scream

  12. The worst things in life come free to us

  13. 'Cause we're just under the upper hand

  14. And go mad for a couple grams

  15. And she don't want to go outside tonight

  16. And in a pipe, she flies to the Motherland

  17. Or sells love to another man

  18. It's too cold outside for angels to fly, angels to fly

  19. Ripped gloves, raincoat

  20. Tried to swim and stay afloat

  21. Dry house, wet clothes

  22. Loose change, bank notes

  23. Weary-eyed, dry throat

  24. Call girl, no phone

  25. And they say, she's in the Class A Team

  26. Stuck in her daydream

  27. Been this way since eighteen, but lately her face seems

  28. Slowly sinking, wasting

  29. Crumbling like pastries, and they scream

  30. The worst things in life come free to us

  31. 'Cause we're just under the upper hand

  32. And go mad for a couple grams

  33. And she don't want to go outside tonight

  34. And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland

  35. Or sells love to another man

  36. It's too cold outside for angels to fly

  37. An angel will die

  38. Covered in white

  39. Closed eye, and hoping for a better life

  40. This time, we'll fade out tonight

  41. Straight down the line (oh)

  42. And they say, she's in the Class A Team

  43. Stuck in her daydream

  44. Been this way since eighteen, but lately her face seems

  45. Slowly sinking, wasting

  46. Crumbling like pastries, they scream

  47. The worst things in life come free to us

  48. And we're (oh) all under the upper hand

  49. (Oh) go mad for a couple grams

  50. (Oh) and we don't want to go outside (oh) tonight

  51. And in a (oh) pipe we fly to the Motherland

  52. (Oh) or sell love to another man

  53. (Oh) it's too cold outside (oh) for angels to fly (oh, oh), angels to fly (oh)

  54. To fly (oh), fly

  55. For angels to fly (oh), to fly, to fly (oh)

  56. For angels to die

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Key vocabulary

free
not paid; not controlledA1
girl
female childA1
gone
not here; finishedA1
house
building to live inA1
it's
it isA1
line
a thin mark on a surfaceA1
man
adult human maleA1
nights
evenings; nighttime hoursA1
notes
written money cardsA1
pay
give money for workA1

About this song

Ed Sheeran is an English singer-songwriter known for his blend of folk, pop, and hip-hop, beginning with his rise from UK pub gigs to major albums including +. He is associated with chart-topping singles such as “Shape of You” and “Perfect,” and has also collaborated with artists like Taylor Swift, Chance the Rapper, and Beyoncé.

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The A Team

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 (oh)

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 (oh) all under the upper hand

(Oh) go mad for a couple grams

(Oh) and we don't want to go outside (oh) tonight

And in a (oh) pipe we fly to the Motherland

(Oh) or sell love to another man

(Oh) it's too cold outside (oh) for angels to fly (oh, oh), angels to fly (oh)

To fly (oh), fly

For angels to fly (oh), to fly, to fly (oh)

For angels to die