Ed Sheeran —
The A Team

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Lyrics and Music by Ed Sheeran

Intro: Bb | Bb | Bb | Bb Fadd11
       Gm7 | Gm7 Ebadd9 | Bb | Bb

Bb
White lips, pale face,
             F    Gm7
Breathing in snowflakes,
             Ebadd9 Bb
Burnt lungs, sour taste.

Bb
Light’s gone, day’s end,
              F    Gm7
Struggling to pay rent,
             Ebadd9  Bb
Long nights, strange men.

       Cm7
   And they say
                       Eb
   She’s in the Class A Team,
                  Bb
   Stuck in her daydream,
                       F
   Been this way since eighteen
                  Cm7
   But lately her face seems
                   Eb
   Slowly sinking, wasting,
                  Bb
   Crumbling like pastries
   And they scream,
       F
   The worst things in life come free to us,

Chorus:
                  Gm             Eb
     ’Cause we’re just under the upperhand,
  Bb
     And go mad for a couple grams
  Gm                       Eb        Bb
     And she don’t want to go outside tonight,
              Gm                    Eb
     And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,
  Bb
     Or sells love to another man,
  Gm            Eb     Bb
     It’s too cold outside
         Fadd11    Gm7   Eb6   
     For angels to fly,
  Bb           Gm7  Eb6    Bb
     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
         Fadd11    Cm7
     For angels to fly,
                   Ebadd9
     An angel will die,
                Gm7
     Covered in white,
     Closed eye,
         Bb
     And hoping for a better life.

    Cm7                   Ebadd9
This time, we’ll fade out tonight,
                   Bb
Straight down the line.

Instrumental: Bb | Bb | Bb | Bb F
              Gm7 | Gm7 Ebadd9 | Bb | Bb

   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
         Fadd11    Gm7  Ebmaj Bbmaj
     For angels to fly,
     Bb        Gm7  Ebmaj Bbmaj
     Angels to fly.

   Bb     Gm7  Ebmaj
     To fly,
          Bbmaj
     To fly,
         Bb        Gm7     Ebmaj   Bbmaj
     For angels to fly, to fly, to fly,
     Bb         
     Angels to die.