The A-Team — Ed Sheeran

						 
G       G   
White Lips, Pale Face
       G       Em
Breathing in snowflakes
    C          G
Burnt Lungs, Sour taste
G        G
Lights gone, Days end
       G      Em
Struggling to pay rent
   C          G
Long nights strange men


Am                    C         G                   
And they say she's in the class A-team, Stuck in her daydream,
             D              Am                   C 
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking wasting,
          G                   D                      
crumbling like pastries and they scream the worst things in life come free to us,
       Em         C   G
Coz she's just under the upper hand, and goes mad for a couple grams, 
Am                 C
she dont wanna Go outside tonight. 
      Em            C       G
And in a pipe she flies to the motherland, And sells love to another man,
 Em      C     D         Em
Its too cold outside, For angels to fly


G         G     
Ripped gloves, raincoat,
        G         Em 
tried to swim and stay afloat
     C        G
Dry house, wet clothes
G         G        
Loose change, bank notes,
       G       Em
weary-eyed, dry throat
G           Em
Call girl, no phone

Am                C                  G 
And they say she’s in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream
             D          Am                     C
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
          G                    D        
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us
Em                C     G
Cos she's just under the upperhand, and Go mad for a couple of grams
Em                C         G
And she don’t want to Go outside tonight
      Em           C         G 
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland, or sells love to another man
Em     G          D         G       C
It’s too cold outside for angels to fly, angels to fly

Am           C         Em
An angel will die, covered in white
     G      G
Closed eye and hoping for a better life
Em      C3             G D
This time, we’ll fade out tonight, straight down the line

           Em  C G D
Straight down the line


Am                C                  G 
And they say she’s in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream
             D          Am                     C
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
          G                    D        
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us
Em                C     G
Cos she's just under the upperhand, and Go mad for a couple of grams
Em                C         G
And she don’t want to Go outside tonight
      Em           C         G 
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland, or sells love to another man
Em     G          D         G       C
It’s too cold outside for angels to fly, angels to fly
           D 
It’s too cold outside for angels to fly, angels to fly
To fly, fly
  D    G
Or angels to die