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: A | A | A | A Eadd11/G#
       F#m7 | F#m7 Dadd9 | A | A

A
White lips, pale face,
             E/G# F#m7
Breathing in snowflakes,
             Dadd9 A
Burnt lungs, sour taste.

A
Light’s gone, day’s end,
              E/G# F#m7
Struggling to pay rent,
             Dadd9   A
Long nights, strange men.

       Bm7
   And they say
                       D
   She’s in the Class A Team,
                  A
   Stuck in her daydream,
                       E
   Been this way since eighteen
                  Bm7
   But lately her face seems
                   D
   Slowly sinking, wasting,
                  A
   Crumbling like pastries
   And they scream,
       E
   The worst things in life come free to us,

Chorus:
                  F#m            D
     ’Cause we’re just under the upperhand,
  A
     And go mad for a couple grams
  F#m                      D         A
     And she don’t want to go outside tonight,
              F#m                   D
     And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,
  A
     Or sells love to another man,
  F#m           D      A
     It’s too cold outside
         Eadd11    F#m9  D6add9
     For angels to fly,
  A            F#m9 D6add9 A
     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
         Eadd11    Bm7
     For angels to fly,
                   Dadd9
     An angel will die,
                F#m7
     Covered in white,
     Closed eye,
         A
     And hoping for a better life.

    Bm7                   Dadd9
This time, we’ll fade out tonight,
                   A
Straight down the line.

Instrumental: A | A | A | A E/G#
              F#m7 | F#m7 Dadd9 | A | A

   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
         Eadd11    F#m9 Dmaj Amaj
     For angels to fly,
     A         F#m9 Dmaj Amaj
     Angels to fly.

   A      F#m9 Dmaj
     To fly,
          Amaj
     To fly,
         A         F#m9    Dmaj    Amaj
     For angels to fly, to fly, to fly,
     A/E       A
     Angels to die.