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: G | G | G | G Dadd11
       Em7 | Em7 Cadd9 | G | G

G
White lips, pale face,
             D    Em7
Breathing in snowflakes,
             Cadd9 G
Burnt lungs, sour taste.

G
Light’s gone, day’s end,
              D    Em7
Struggling to pay rent,
             Cadd9   G
Long nights, strange men.

       Am7
   And they say
                       C
   She’s in the Class A Team,
                  G
   Stuck in her daydream,
                       D
   Been this way since eighteen
                  Am7
   But lately her face seems
                   C
   Slowly sinking, wasting,
                  G
   Crumbling like pastries
   And they scream,
       D
   The worst things in life come free to us,

Chorus:
                  Em             C
     ’Cause we’re just under the upperhand,
  G
     And go mad for a couple grams
  Em                       C         G
     And she don’t want to go outside tonight,
              Em                    C
     And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,
  G
     Or sells love to another man,
  Em            C      G
     It’s too cold outside
         Dadd11    Em7   C6    
     For angels to fly,
  G            Em7  C6     G
     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
         Dadd11    Am7
     For angels to fly,
                   Cadd9
     An angel will die,
                Em7
     Covered in white,
     Closed eye,
         G
     And hoping for a better life.

    Am7                   Cadd9
This time, we’ll fade out tonight,
                   G
Straight down the line.

Instrumental: G | G | G | G D
              Em7 | Em7 Cadd9 | G | G

   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
         Dadd11    Em7  Cmaj Gmaj
     For angels to fly,
     G         Em7  Cmaj Gmaj
     Angels to fly.

   G      Em7  Cmaj
     To fly,
          Gmaj
     To fly,
         G         Em7     Cmaj    Gmaj
     For angels to fly, to fly, to fly,
     G          
     Angels to die.