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Ed Sheeran — The A Team

  G       D    Em
WHITE LIPS, PALE FACE,        
BREATHING IN SNOWFLAKES, 
               C      G  
BURNT LUNGS, SOUR TASTE. 
 G  
LIGHT'S GONE, DAY'S END 
                   D   Em
STRUGGLING TO PAY RENT, 
                C     G  
LONG NIGHTS, STRANGE MEN. 
 
AM                            Cadd9  
AND THEY SAY SHE'S IN THE CLASS  А  TEAM, 
               G  
STUCK IN HER DAYDREAM, 
                             D                  Am
BEEN THIS WAY SINCE 18, BUT LATELY HER  FACE  SEEMS 
                   Cadd9  
SLOWLY SINKING, WASTING 
                 G  
CRUMBLING LIKE PASTRIES 
AND THEY SCREAM 
      D  
THE WORST THINGS IN LIFE COME FREE TO US, 
                       Em      Cadd9         
CUZ WE'RE JUST UNDER THE UPPER HAND 
 G  
AND GO MAD FOR  А  COUPLE OF GRAMS 
Em                   Cadd9      G  
AND SHE DON'T WANT TO GO OUTSIDE TONIGHT 
           Em                     Cadd9  
AND IN  А  PIPE SHE FLIES TO THE MOTHERLAND 
   G                  
OR SELLS LOVE TO ANOTHER MAN, 
Em         Cadd9      G  
IT'S TOO COLD OUTSIDE 
            Em  C  G  
FOR ANGELS TO FLY 
            Em  C  G  
ANGELS TO FLY 
 
 G  
RIPPED GLOVES, AND RAINCOAT, 
                         D   Em 
TRIED TO SWIM AND STAY AFLOAT, 
             C      G  
DRY HOUSE, WET CLOTHES. 
 G  
LOOSE CHANGE, BANK NOTES, 
                    D  Em 
WEARY-EYED, DRY THROAT, 
             C     G  
CALL GIRL, NO PHONE. 
 
Am                       Cadd9  
AND THEY SAY SHE'S IN THE CLASS  А  TEAM, 
                G  
STUCK IN HER DAYDREAM, 
                     D                          Am 
BEEN THIS WAY SINCE 18, BUT LATELY HER  FACE  SEEMS 
                   Cadd9  
SLOWLY SINKING, WASTING, 
                 G  
CRUMBLING LIKE PASTRIES, 
AND THEY SCREAM, 
      D  
THE WORST THINGS IN LIFE COME FREE TO US, 
                           Em    Cadd9         
CUZ WE'RE JUST UNDER THE UPPER HAND, 
 G  
AND GO MAD FOR  А  COUPLE OF GRAMS, 
Em                    Cadd9      G  
AND SHE DON'T WANT TO GO OUTSIDE TONIGHT, 
          Em                  Cadd9  
AND IN  А  PIPE SHE FLIES TO THE MOTHERLAND, 
  G                              
OR SELLS LOVE TO ANOTHER MAN, 
Em        Cadd9      G  
IT'S TOO COLD OUTSIDE, 
               Am
FOR ANGELS TO FLY, 
                 C  
AN ANGEL WILL DIЕ. 
              Em            
COVERED IN WHITE, 
                                        G  
CLOSED EYE, AND HOPING FOR  А  BETTER LIFE, 
  Am                              C  
THIS TIME, WE'LL  FADE  OUT TONIGHT 
                  Em C  G                  
STRAIGHT DOWN THE LINE 
 
Am                              Cadd9  
AND THEY SAY SHE'S IN THE CLASS  А  TEAM, 
                 G  
STUCK IN HER DAYDREAM, 
                                     D            Am
BEEN THIS WAY SINCE 18, BUT LATELY HER  FACE  SEEMS 
                   Cadd9  
SLOWLY SINKING, WASTING, 
                 G  
CRUMBLING LIKE PASTRIES 
AND THEY SCREAM, 
      D  
THE WORST THINGS IN LIFE COME FREE TO US, 
Em                       Cadd9         
CUZ WE'RE ALL UNDER THE UPPER HAND, 
 G  
AND GO MAD FOR  A  COUPLE OF GRAMS, 
Em                  Cadd9       G  
AND WE DON'T WANT TO GO OUTSIDE TONIGHT, 
          Em                   Cadd9  
AND IN  A  PIPE WE FLY TO THE MOTHERLAND, 
  G                                
OR SELL LOVE TO ANOTHER MAN 
Em        Cadd9      G  
IT'S TOO COLD OUTSIDE, 
              Em  C  G  
FOR ANGELS TO FLY 
            Em  C  G  
ANGELS TO FLY 
Em    C  G  
FLY, FLY 
           Em    C      G  
ANGELS TO FLY, TO FLY, TO FLY 
 D          G  
ANGELS TO DIЕ. 
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Ed Sheeran — The A Team

 
Intro: A | A | A | A Eadd11/G# | F#m7 | F#m7 Dadd9 | A | A

A
White lips, pale face,
             E/G# F#m7
Breathing in snowflakes,
             Dadd9 A
Burnt lungs, sour taste.

A
Light’s gone, day’s end,
              E/G# F#m7
Struggling to pay rent,
             Dadd9   A
Long nights, strange men.

       Hm7
   And they say
                       D
   She’s in the Class A Team,
                  A
   Stuck in her daydream,
                       E
   Been this way since eighteen
                  Hm7
   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,

Chorus:
                  F#m            D
     ’Cause we’re just under the upperhand,
  A
     And go mad for a couple grams
  F#m                      D         A
     And she don’t want to go outside tonight,
              F#m                   D
     And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,
  A
     Or sells love to another man,
  F#m           D      A
     It’s too cold outside
         Eadd11    F#m9  D6add9
     For angels to fly,
  A            F#m9 D6add9 A
     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
         Eadd11    Hm7
     For angels to fly,
                   Dadd9
     An angel will die,
                F#m7
     Covered in white,
     Closed eye,
         A
     And hoping for a better life.

    Hm7                   Dadd9
This time, we’ll fade out tonight,
                   A
Straight down the line.

Instrumental: A | A | A | A E/G# | F#m7 | F#m7 Dadd9 | A | A

   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
         Eadd11    F#m9 Dmaj Amaj
     For angels to fly,
     A         F#m9 Dmaj Amaj
     Angels to fly.

   A      F#m9 Dmaj
     To fly,
          Amaj
     To fly,
         A         F#m9    Dmaj    Amaj
     For angels to fly, to fly, to fly,
     A/E       A
     Angels to die.
 
Аккорд AАккорд Eadd11/G#Аккорд F#m7Аккорд Dadd9Аккорд E/G#Аккорд Hm7Аккорд DАккорд EАккорд F#mАккорд Eadd11Аккорд F#m9Аккорд D6add9Аккорд DmajАккорд AmajАккорд A/E

Ed Sheeran — The A-Team

 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 
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