Ed Sheeran - The A Team

A   A   A/F# F#m Dadd9  A   

A                                 A/F#      F#m
White lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakes
         Dadd9        A        B7sus4
Burnt lungs, sour taste
A                                      A/F#   F#m
Light’s gone, day’s end, struggling to pay rent
          Dadd9       A
Long nights, strange men

Bm7                              D                    A
And they say she’s in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream
                    E/F#               Bm7                          D
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
               A                             E/F#
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us

          F#m          Dadd9       A
Cos she's just under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of grams
F#m                   Dadd9    A
And she don’t want to go outside tonight
         F#m                   Dadd9      A
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland, or sells love to another man
F#m        Dadd9   A       E/F#      F#m   Dadd9  A
It’s too cold outside for angels to fly,
              F#m  Dadd9  A    A/F#
for angels to fly

A                                          A/F#       F#m
Ripped gloves, raincoat, tried to swim and stay afloat
      Dadd9          A         B7sus4
Dry house, wet clothes
A                                     A/F#      F#m
Loose change, bank notes, weary-eyed, dry throat
       Dadd9    A
Call girl, no phone

Bm7                              D                    A
And they say she’s in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream
                    E/F#               Bm7                          D
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
               A                             E/F#
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us

          F#m          Dadd9       A
Cos she's just under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of grams
F#m                   Dadd9    A
And she don’t want to go outside tonight
         F#m                   Dadd9      A
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland, or sells love to another man
F#m        Dadd9   A       E/F#      Bm7
It’s too cold outside for angels to fly
      
Bm7           D               F#m
An angel will die, covered in white
       A/F#    A
Closed eye and hoping for a better life
Bm7                       D         Eadd4            F#m  D    A   E/F#
This time, we’ll fade out tonight, straight down the line
                    F#m  D   A   E/F#
Straight down the line

Bm7                              D                    A 
And they say she’s in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream
                    E/F#               Bm7                          D
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
               A                             E/F#
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us

          F#m          Dadd9      A
And we're all under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of grams
F#m                  Dadd9    A
And we don’t want to go outside tonight
         F#m                   Dadd9      A
And in a pipe we'll fly to the Motherland, or sell love to another man
F#m        Dadd9   A       E/F#      F#m   Dadd9  A
It’s too cold outside for angels to fly,
              F#m  Dadd9  A   A/F#
for angels to flyyyyy
F#m  Dadd9 A            A/F# F#m  Dadd9    A
Flyyyy, flyyyyyy, angels to  fly, fly, flyyy
   E/F#      A
Or angels to die