The A-team taby ukulele według Ed Sheeran

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White lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakes
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Burnt lungs, sour taste
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Light?s gone, day?s end, struggling to pay rent
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Long nights, strange men

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And they say she?s in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream
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Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
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Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us
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Cos we?re all under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of grams
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And she don?t want to go outside tonight
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And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland, or sells love to another man
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It?s too cold outside for angels to fly,          
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for 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 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us
Cos we?re all under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of 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
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It?s too cold outside for angels to fly, angels to fly

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An angel will die, covered in white
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Closed eye and hoping for a better life
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This time, we?ll fade out tonight, straight down the line

F#m  C#m7  A'  E

And they say she?s in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us
Cos we?re all under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of 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
                            E      F#m  Asus4  A 
It?s too cold outside for angels to fly, 
E  F#m  Asus4  A
Angels to fly
E  F#m Asus4 A
Angels to fly
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Angels to fly
Asus4  A
To fly, fly
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Or angels to die