Ed Sheeran – A Team
Capo 2nd


[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
             
 White lips, p

              
ale face, brea

          
thing in snowf

    
lakes,
              
 Burnt lungs, 

     
sour taste, li

ght's gone, da

y's end,
              
 Struggling to

        
 pay rent, lon

             
g nights, stra

     
nge men.


[Chorus]
           
And they say s

              
he's in the Cl

             
ass A Team, st

            
uck in her day

dream,
              
Been this way 

          
since 18, but 

            
lately her fac


e seems
              
Slowly sinking

             
, wasting, cru

             
mbling like pa

stries, and th

ey scream,
    
The worst thin

gs in life com

e free to us,
              
‘Cause we're j

            
ust under the 

             
upperhand, and

  
 go mad for a 

couple grams,
            
 And she don't

             
 want to go ou

  
tside tonight,
            
And in a pipe 

              
she flies to t

             
he Motherland,

     
 or sells love

 to another ma

n,
            
 It's too cold

           
 outside for a

            
ngels to fly, 

            
     angels to

      
 fly,


[Verse 2]
             
 Ripped gloves

              
, raincoat, tr

              
ied to swim an

         
d stay afloat,
             
 Dry house, we

     
t clothes, loo

se change, ban

k notes,
             
 Weary-eyed, d

/         
ry throat, cal

            
l girl, no pho

ne.


[Chorus]
           
And they say s

              
he's in the Cl

             
ass A Team, st

            
uck in her day

dream,
              
Been this way 

          
since 18, but 

            
lately her fac


e seems
              
Slowly sinking

             
, wasting, cru

             
mbling like pa

stries, and th

ey scream,
    
The worst thin

gs in life com

e free to us,
              
‘Cause we're j

            
ust under the 

             
upperhand, and

  
 go mad for a 

couple grams,
            
 And she don't

             
 want to go ou

  
tside tonight,
            
And in a pipe 

              
she flies to t

             
he Motherland,

     
 or sells love

 to another ma

n,
            
 It's too cold

           
 outside for a

          
ngels to fly, 

 


[Bridge] 
              
An angel will 

             
die covered in

  
 white, closed

 eye,
     
And hoping for

 a better life

,
           
This time, we'

             
ll fade out to

              
night, straigh

            
t down the lin

    
e.


[Interlude]
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[Chorus]
           
And they say s

              
he's in the Cl

             
ass A Team, st

            
uck in her day

dream,
              
Been this way 

          
since 18, but 

            
lately her fac


e seems
              
Slowly sinking

             
, wasting, cru

             
mbling like pa

stries, and th

ey scream,
    
The worst thin

gs in life com

e free to us,
            
And we're all 

             
under the uppe

            
rhand, and go 

mad for a coup

le grams,
            
 And we don't 

             
want to go out

 
side tonight,
            
And in the pip

              
e, fly to the 

             
Motherland, or

  
 sell love to 

another man,
            
 It's too cold

           
 outside for a

            
ngels to fly, 

         
     fly,    f

   
ly,
            
Angels to fly,

            
 to fly, to fl

       
y, angels fly.