The A Team by Ed Sheeran
Key: FF | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


Verse 1
F
White lips, pale face
C Dm
Breathing in snowflakes
Bb F 
Burnt lungs, sour taste
F
Light's gone, day's end
C Dm
Struggling to pay rent
Bb F 
Long nights, strange men
Pre-Chorus
Gm
And they say
Bb
She's in the Class A Team
F
Stuck in her daydream
C
Been this way since 18
Gm
But lately her face seems
Bb
Slowly sinking, wasting
F
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
C
The worst things in life come free to us
Chorus
Dm             Bb
Cos we're just under the upperhand
F 
And go mad for a couple of grams
Dm           Bb            F 
And she don't want to go outside tonight
Dm             Bb
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
F          C
Or sells love to another man
Dm    Bb      F
It's too cold outside
Dm Bb F
For angels to fly
Dm Bb F
Angels to fly
Verse 2
F 
Ripped gloves, raincoat
C Dm
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Bb F 
Dry house, wet clothes
F
Loose change, bank notes
C Dm
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Bb F 
Call girl, no phone
Pre-Chorus
Gm
And they say
Bb
She's in the Class A Team
F
Stuck in her daydream
C
Been this way since 18
Gm
But lately her face seems
Bb
Slowly sinking, wasting
F
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
C
The worst things in life come free to us
Chorus
Dm             Bb
Cos we're just under the upperhand
F 
And go mad for a couple of grams
Dm           Bb            F 
And she don't want to go outside tonight
Dm             Bb
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
F          C
Or sells love to another man
Dm    Bb      F
It's too cold outside
Dm Bb F
For angels to fly
Dm Bb F
Angels to fly
Bridge
Gm Bb
An angel will die
Dm
Covered in white
Closed eye
F
And hoping for a better life
Gm Bb 
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Dm Bb F 
Straight down the line
Pre-Chorus
Gm
And they say
Bb
She's in the Class A Team
F
Stuck in her daydream
C
Been this way since 18
Gm
But lately her face seems
Bb
Slowly sinking, wasting
F
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
C
The worst things in life come free to us
Chorus
Dm            Bb
Cos we're all under the upperhand
F 
And go mad for a couple of grams
Dm            Bb         F 
And we don't want to go outside tonight
Dm            Bb
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
F            C
Or sell love to another man
Dm       Bb         F
It's too cold outside
Dm       Bb    F
For angels to fly
Dm     Bb F
Angels to fly
Dm Bb F
To fly, fly
Dm          Bb     F
Angels to fly, to fly, to fly
C F
Angels to die