For more info sign up at: hitstreakstudios.com Don't forget to subscribe to my channel on YouTube! and follow me at: Twitter: twitter.com @Noah_HSS Facebook: facebook.com Instagram: instagram.com HitStreak: YouTube: www.youtube.com Twitter: twitter.com @HitStreakStudio Facebook: www.facebook.com NOAH: Hi Guys, hope you like my cover of Ed Sheeran "The A Team". Hope Ed wins a GRAMMY! Ed Sheeran "The A Team" Lyrics 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 18 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 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 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 18 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 of grams And she don't want to go outside tonight And in a pipe ...
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Ed Sheeran - The A Team (Official Cover by Noah from HitStreak)
Ed Sheeran - The A Team (Official Cover by Noah from HitStreak) Tube. Duration : 4.98 Mins.
For more info sign up at: hitstreakstudios.com Don't forget to subscribe to my channel on YouTube! and follow me at: Twitter: twitter.com @Noah_HSS Facebook: facebook.com Instagram: instagram.com HitStreak: YouTube: www.youtube.com Twitter: twitter.com @HitStreakStudio Facebook: www.facebook.com NOAH: Hi Guys, hope you like my cover of Ed Sheeran "The A Team". Hope Ed wins a GRAMMY! Ed Sheeran "The A Team" Lyrics 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 18 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 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 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 18 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 of grams And she don't want to go outside tonight And in a pipe ...
For more info sign up at: hitstreakstudios.com Don't forget to subscribe to my channel on YouTube! and follow me at: Twitter: twitter.com @Noah_HSS Facebook: facebook.com Instagram: instagram.com HitStreak: YouTube: www.youtube.com Twitter: twitter.com @HitStreakStudio Facebook: www.facebook.com NOAH: Hi Guys, hope you like my cover of Ed Sheeran "The A Team". Hope Ed wins a GRAMMY! Ed Sheeran "The A Team" Lyrics 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 18 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 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 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 18 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 of grams And she don't want to go outside tonight And in a pipe ...
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