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Ed Sheeran - The A Team
| Intro: |
| A A A/Ab F#m D A A |
| A |
| White lips, pale face |
| A A/Ab F#m |
| Breathing in snowflakes |
| F#m D A |
| Burnt lungs, sour taste |
| A |
| Light's gone, day's end |
| A A/Ab F#m |
| Struggling to pay rent |
| F#m D A |
| Long nights, strange men |
| Bm |
| And they say |
| Bm D |
| She's in the Class A Team |
| A |
| Stuck in her daydream |
| E |
| Been this way since eighteen |
| Bm |
| But lately her face seems |
| D |
| Slowly sinking, wasting |
| A |
| Crumbling like pastries and they scream |
| E |
| The worst things in life come free to us |
| F#m D A |
| 'Cause we're just under the upper hand |
| A F#m |
| And go mad for a couple grams |
| D A |
| And she don't want to go outside tonight |
| F#m D A |
| And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland |
| A F#m |
| Or sells love to another man |
| D A |
| It's too cold outside |
| E F#m D A |
| For angels to fly |
| A F#m D A |
| Angels to fly |
| A |
| Ripped gloves, raincoat |
| A E F#m |
| Tried to swim and stay afloat |
| F#m D A A/Ab A |
| Dry house, wet clothes |
| A |
| Loose change, bank notes |
| A E F#m |
| Weary-eyed, dry throat |
| F#m D A |
| Call girl, no phone |
| Bm |
| And they say |
| Bm D |
| She's in the Class A Team |
| A |
| Stuck in her daydream |
| E |
| Been this way since eighteen |
| Bm |
| But lately her face seems |
| D |
| Slowly sinking, wasting |
| A |
| Crumbling like pastries and they scream |
| E |
| The worst things in life come free to us |
| F#m D A |
| 'Cause we're just under the upper hand |
| A F#m |
| And go mad for a couple grams |
| D A |
| And she don't want to go outside tonight |
| F#m D A |
| And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland |
| A F#m |
| Or sells love to another man |
| D A |
| It's too cold outside |
| E Bm |
| For angels to fly |
| A D F#m |
| An angel will die covered in white |
| A |
| Closed eye and hoping for a better life |
| Bm D |
| This time, we'll fade out tonight |
| F#m |
| Straight down the line |
| Bridge: |
| F#m D A F#m D A |
| Bm |
| And they say |
| Bm D |
| She's in the Class A Team |
| A |
| Stuck in her daydream |
| E |
| Been this way since eighteen |
| Bm |
| But lately her face seems |
| D |
| Slowly sinking, wasting |
| A |
| Crumbling like pastries and they scream |
| E |
| The worst things in life come free to us |
| F#m D A |
| And we're all under the upper hand |
| A F#m |
| Go mad for a couple grams |
| F#m D A |
| And we don't want to go outside tonight |
| F#m D A |
| And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland |
| A F#m |
| Or sell love to another man |
| D A |
| It's too cold outside |
| E F#m D A |
| For angels to fly |
| F#m D A F#m D A |
| Angels to fly to fly, fly |
| F#m D A |
| For angels to fly, to fly, to fly |
| E A |
| For angels to die |
| Bridge: |
| A F#m A A x2 |
| Bridge: |
| A F#m A A x2 |
| Ending: |
| A A A F#m x2 |
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