Ed Sheeran —
The A Team

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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: D | D | D | D Aadd11
       Bm7 | Bm7 Gadd9 | D | D

D
White lips, pale face,
             A    Bm7
Breathing in snowflakes,
             Gadd9 D
Burnt lungs, sour taste.

D
Light’s gone, day’s end,
              A    Bm7
Struggling to pay rent,
             Gadd9   D
Long nights, strange men.

       Em7
   And they say
                       G
   She’s in the Class A Team,
                  D
   Stuck in her daydream,
                       A
   Been this way since eighteen
                  Em7
   But lately her face seems
                   G
   Slowly sinking, wasting,
                  D
   Crumbling like pastries
   And they scream,
       A
   The worst things in life come free to us,

Chorus:
                  Bm             G
     ’Cause we’re just under the upperhand,
  D
     And go mad for a couple grams
  Bm                       G         D
     And she don’t want to go outside tonight,
              Bm                    G
     And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,
  D
     Or sells love to another man,
  Bm            G      D
     It’s too cold outside
         Aadd11    Bm7   G6    
     For angels to fly,
  D            Bm7  G6     D
     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
         Aadd11    Em7
     For angels to fly,
                   Gadd9
     An angel will die,
                Bm7
     Covered in white,
     Closed eye,
         D
     And hoping for a better life.

    Em7                   Gadd9
This time, we’ll fade out tonight,
                   D
Straight down the line.

Instrumental: D | D | D | D A
              Bm7 | Bm7 Gadd9 | D | D

   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
         Aadd11    Bm7  Gmaj Dmaj
     For angels to fly,
     D         Bm7  Gmaj Dmaj
     Angels to fly.

   D      Bm7  Gmaj
     To fly,
          Dmaj
     To fly,
         D         Bm7     Gmaj    Dmaj
     For angels to fly, to fly, to fly,
     D          
     Angels to die.