The A Team is a song made famous by Ed Sheeran.In the episode,Let's Duet! (Do It) Zander and Addison sings this song as their duet.
| The A Team | |
| By: | Ed Sheeran |
|---|---|
| Sung by: | Zander Johnson and Addison Adams |
| Place: | Choir Room |
| Episode: | Let's Duet! (Do It) |
Lyrics[]
Zander:
White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Addison:
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men
Zander and Addison:
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
Zander:
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
Addison:
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
Addison:
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
Zander:
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
Addison:
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
Zander:
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Zander and Addison:
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life
Zander:
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Addison:
Straight down the line
Zander:
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
Addison:
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
Zander and Addison:
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
Zander:
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Addison:
Angels to fly
To fly, fly
Zander:
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Addison:
Or angels to die
