Ed Sheeran – The A Team (Karaoke Version)

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  1. Still listening in 2018 and if I get at least 10 likes or 3 more subscribers to my other channel I'll cover this song with guitar on my other channel! 😁😁 @Gabriella Alvarado (other channel) I did a Shawn Mendes cover of stitches 😜 go check it out!

  2. 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
    For angels to die

  3. Komm, gieß mein Glas noch einmal ein
    Mit jenem bill'gen roten Wein
    In dem ist jene Zeit noch wach
    Heut' trink ich meinen Freunden nach

    Bei diesem Glas denk' ich zurück
    An euch, mit denen ich ein Stück
    Auf meinem Weg gegangen bin
    Mit diesem Glas trink' ich im Sinn
    Nach Süden, Osten, West und Nord
    Und find' Euch in Gedanken dort
    Wo immer Ihr Zuhause seid
    Seh' die Gesichter nach der Zeit
    In meinem Glas vorüberzieh'n
    Verschwommene Fotografien
    Die sich wirr aneinanderreih'n
    Und ein paar Namen fall'n mir ein
    Und ein paar Namen fall'n mir ein

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