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: Eb | Eb | Eb | Eb Bbadd11
       Cm7 | Cm7 G#add9 | Eb | Eb

Eb
White lips, pale face,
             Bb   Cm7
Breathing in snowflakes,
             G#add9 Eb
Burnt lungs, sour taste.

Eb
Light’s gone, day’s end,
              Bb   Cm7
Struggling to pay rent,
             G#add9  Eb
Long nights, strange men.

       Fm7
   And they say
                       G#
   She’s in the Class A Team,
                  Eb
   Stuck in her daydream,
                       Bb
   Been this way since eighteen
                  Fm7
   But lately her face seems
                   G#
   Slowly sinking, wasting,
                  Eb
   Crumbling like pastries
   And they scream,
       Bb
   The worst things in life come free to us,

Chorus:
                  Cm             G#
     ’Cause we’re just under the upperhand,
  Eb
     And go mad for a couple grams
  Cm                       G#        Eb
     And she don’t want to go outside tonight,
              Cm                    G#
     And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,
  Eb
     Or sells love to another man,
  Cm            G#     Eb
     It’s too cold outside
         Bbadd11   Cm7   G#6   
     For angels to fly,
  Eb           Cm7  G#6    Eb
     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
         Bbadd11   Fm7
     For angels to fly,
                   G#add9
     An angel will die,
                Cm7
     Covered in white,
     Closed eye,
         Eb
     And hoping for a better life.

    Fm7                   G#add9
This time, we’ll fade out tonight,
                   Eb
Straight down the line.

Instrumental: Eb | Eb | Eb | Eb Bb
              Cm7 | Cm7 G#add9 | Eb | Eb

   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
         Bbadd11   Cm7  G#maj Ebmaj
     For angels to fly,
     Eb        Cm7  G#maj Ebmaj
     Angels to fly.

   Eb     Cm7  G#maj
     To fly,
          Ebmaj
     To fly,
         Eb        Cm7     G#maj   Ebmaj
     For angels to fly, to fly, to fly,
     Eb         
     Angels to die.