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
Ed Sheeran - The A-Team
