Ed Sheeran —
The A Team

Acordes de guitarra

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© Acordes transcritos por: Antón Gavzov // el jefe del proyecto (https://Muzland.es)
± PPS (tempo): ♩ = 85 pulsaciones por minuto

Lyrics and Music by Ed Sheeran

Intro: F | F | F | F C
       Dm7 | Dm7 Bb | F | F

F
White lips, pale face,
             C    Dm7
Breathing in snowflakes,
             Bb    F
Burnt lungs, sour taste.

F
Light’s gone, day’s end,
              C    Dm7
Struggling to pay rent,
             Bb      F
Long nights, strange men.

       Gm7
   And they say
                       Bb
   She’s in the Class A Team,
                  F
   Stuck in her daydream,
                       C
   Been this way since eighteen
                  Gm7
   But lately her face seems
                   Bb
   Slowly sinking, wasting,
                  F
   Crumbling like pastries
   And they scream,
       C
   The worst things in life come free to us,

Chorus:
                  Dm             Bb
     ’Cause we’re just under the upperhand,
  F
     And go mad for a couple grams
  Dm                       Bb        F
     And she don’t want to go outside tonight,
              Dm                    Bb
     And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,
  F
     Or sells love to another man,
  Dm            Bb     F
     It’s too cold outside
         C         Dm7   Bb
     For angels to fly,
  F            Dm7  Bb     F
     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,

Chorus:
     ’Cause we’re just under the upperhand,
     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
         C         Gm7
     For angels to fly,
                   Bb
     An angel will die,
                Dm7
     Covered in white,
     Closed eye,
         F
     And hoping for a better life.

    Gm7                   Bb
This time, we’ll fade out tonight,
                   F
Straight down the line.

Instrumental: F | F | F | F C
              Dm7 | Dm7 Bb | F | F

   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.

Chorus:
     And we’re all under the upperhand,
     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
         C         Dm7  Bb   F
     For angels to fly,
               Dm7  Bb   F
     Angels to fly.

   F      Dm7  Bb
     To fly,
          F
     To fly,
                   Dm7     Bb      F
     For angels to fly, to fly, to fly,

     Angels to die.