Testo The A Team - Sophie-Tith
Testo della canzone The A Team (Sophie-Tith), tratta dall'album Premières Rencontres
White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Lights gone, days 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 wanna go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the motherland
Or sends love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Ripped gloves, raincoat
Try to swim, stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, banknotes
Weary eye, 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 wanna go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the motherland
Or sends love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel would 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
And they scream
"The worst things in life come free to us"
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Writer(s): Ed Sheeran
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