conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called The A Team with the following description: “The A Team” was a song originally sung by Ed Sheeran and made a cover in the concert Live in London by Birdy.
  Cover
  
  Original version
  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p856dtR4mms Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: 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, stay afloat
  Dry house, wet clothes
  Loose change, bank notes
  Weary-eyed, dry throat
  Cool 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 she flies to the Motherland
  Or sells love to another man
  It's too cold outside
  For angels to fly
  For angels to fly Ooh, ooh
  Ooh, ooh
  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
  But she don't want to go outside tonight
  And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
  Or sells love to another man
  It's too cold outside
  For angels to fly
  For angels to fly
  To fly
  For angels to die