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: C | C | C | C Gadd11/B
       Am7 | Am7 Fadd9 | C | C

C
White lips, pale face,
             G/B  Am7
Breathing in snowflakes,
             Fadd9 C
Burnt lungs, sour taste.

C
Light’s gone, day’s end,
              G/B  Am7
Struggling to pay rent,
             Fadd9   C
Long nights, strange men.

       Dm7
   And they say
                       F
   She’s in the Class A Team,
                  C
   Stuck in her daydream,
                       G
   Been this way since eighteen
                  Dm7
   But lately her face seems
                   F
   Slowly sinking, wasting,
                  C
   Crumbling like pastries
   And they scream,
       G
   The worst things in life come free to us,

Chorus:
                  Am             F
     ’Cause we’re just under the upperhand,
  C
     And go mad for a couple grams
  Am                       F         C
     And she don’t want to go outside tonight,
              Am                    F
     And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,
  C
     Or sells love to another man,
  Am            F      C
     It’s too cold outside
         Gadd11    Am9   F6add9
     For angels to fly,
  C            Am9  F6add9 C
     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
         Gadd11    Dm7
     For angels to fly,
                   Fadd9
     An angel will die,
                Am7
     Covered in white,
     Closed eye,
         C
     And hoping for a better life.

    Dm7                   Fadd9
This time, we’ll fade out tonight,
                   C
Straight down the line.

Instrumental: C | C | C | C G/B
              Am7 | Am7 Fadd9 | C | C

   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
         Gadd11    Am9  Fmaj Cmaj
     For angels to fly,
     C         Am9  Fmaj Cmaj
     Angels to fly.

   C      Am9  Fmaj
     To fly,
          Cmaj
     To fly,
         C         Am9     Fmaj    Cmaj
     For angels to fly, to fly, to fly,
     C/G       C
     Angels to die.