A-Team by Ed Sherran

Standard tuning

Capo 2 

G
White lips, pale face,
               D   Em
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 A 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 a couple of grams
Em                  Cadd9    G
And she don't want to go outside tonight
           Em                    Cadd9
And in a 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 A 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 a couple of grams,
Em                   Cadd9    G
And she don't want to go outside tonight,
          Em                    Cadd9
And in a 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 die.
              Em           
Covered in white,

Closed eye,
     D                
And hoping for a 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 A 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      
Angels to fly
C         G
To fly, fly
           Em      C       G
Angels to fly, to fly, to fly
D          G
Angels to die.