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: E | E | E | E Badd11
       C#m7 | C#m7 Aadd9 | E | E

E
White lips, pale face,
             B    C#m7
Breathing in snowflakes,
             Aadd9 E
Burnt lungs, sour taste.

E
Light’s gone, day’s end,
              B    C#m7
Struggling to pay rent,
             Aadd9   E
Long nights, strange men.

       F#m7
   And they say
                       A
   She’s in the Class A Team,
                  E
   Stuck in her daydream,
                       B
   Been this way since eighteen
                  F#m7
   But lately her face seems
                   A
   Slowly sinking, wasting,
                  E
   Crumbling like pastries
   And they scream,
       B
   The worst things in life come free to us,

Chorus:
                  C#m            A
     ’Cause we’re just under the upperhand,
  E
     And go mad for a couple grams
  C#m                      A         E
     And she don’t want to go outside tonight,
              C#m                   A
     And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,
  E
     Or sells love to another man,
  C#m           A      E
     It’s too cold outside
         Badd11    C#m7  A6    
     For angels to fly,
  E            C#m7 A6     E
     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
         Badd11    F#m7
     For angels to fly,
                   Aadd9
     An angel will die,
                C#m7
     Covered in white,
     Closed eye,
         E
     And hoping for a better life.

    F#m7                  Aadd9
This time, we’ll fade out tonight,
                   E
Straight down the line.

Instrumental: E | E | E | E B
              C#m7 | C#m7 Aadd9 | E | E

   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
         Badd11    C#m7 Amaj Emaj
     For angels to fly,
     E         C#m7 Amaj Emaj
     Angels to fly.

   E      C#m7 Amaj
     To fly,
          Emaj
     To fly,
         E         C#m7    Amaj    Emaj
     For angels to fly, to fly, to fly,
     E          
     Angels to die.