Ed Sheeran

The A-team

Ed Sheeran

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Capotraste 2ª casa

Tom: G
Intro: G   A7/4  G   A7/4  G   A7/4   G   G/F#

G                                 G/F#      Em
White lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakes
      C9             G        A7/4
Burnt lungs, sour taste
G                                      G/F# Em
Light’s gone, day’s end, struggling to pay rent
           C9        G
Long nights, strange men

Am7                              C                    G 
And they say she’s in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream
                    D/F#               Am7                          C 
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
               G                             D/F#
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us
          Em          C9         G
Cos she's just under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of grams
Em                   C9        G
And she don’t want to go outside tonight
          Em                 C9          G
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland, or sells love to another man

(Em       C9       G       D/F#      Em)

C9  G
It’s too cold outside for angels to fly,
              Em   C9   G    G/F#
for 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 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us
Cos she's just under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of 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 for angels to fly, angels to fly

Am7           C               Em
An angel will die, covered in white
       G/F#    G
Closed eye and hoping for a better life
Am7                      C      D
Em   C    G’  D/F#
This time, we’ll fade out tonight, straight down the line

                    Em   C   G   D/F#
Straight down the line

And they say she’s in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us
Cos we’re all under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of 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
                          D/F#
It’s too cold outside for angels to fly, angels to fly
To fly, fly
   D/F#      G
Or angels to die


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