A Team chords by Ed Sheeran (Ver. 2)

Capo 2

G
White lips, pale face,
C      Em
Breathing in snowflakes,
G      C
Burnt lungs, sour taste.

G
Light's gone, day's end,
C       Em
Struggling to pay rent,
G      C
Long nights, strange men.

Am               C
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
         C
Slowly sinking, wasting,
        G
Crumbling like pastries,

And they scream,
D
The worst things in life come free to us,

Em      C
Cos we're just under the upperhand,
G
And go mad for a couple of grams,
Em      C       G
And she don't want to go outside tonight,
     Em             C
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,
  G
Or sells love to another man,
Em    C
It's too cold outside,
G       Em
For angels to fly,
D     Em
Angels to fly,



G
Ripped gloves, raincoat,
C         Em
Tried to swim and stay afloat,
G     C
Dry house, wet clothes.

G
Loose change, bank notes,
C      Em
Weary-eyed, dry throat,
G     C
Call girl, no phone.

Am               C
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
         C
Slowly sinking, wasting,
        G
Crumbling like pastries,

And they scream,
D
The worst things in life come free to us,

Em      C
Cos we're just under the upperhand,
G
And go mad for a couple of grams,
Em      C       G
And she don't want to go outside tonight,
     Em             C
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,
  G
Or sells love to another man,
Em    C
It's too cold outside,
G       Em
For angels to fly,
D     Em
Angels to fly,

Am      C
An angel will die.
G      D
Covered in white,
Em
Closed eye,
   C      G
And hoping for a better life,
Am        C    G
This time, we'll fade out tonight,
C         Em
Straight down the line.

Am               C
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
         C
Slowly sinking, wasting,
        G
Crumbling like pastries,

And they scream,
D
The worst things in life come free to us,

Em      C
Cos we're just under the upperhand,
G
And go mad for a couple of grams,
Em      C       G
And she don't want to go outside tonight,
     Em             C
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,
  G
Or sells love to another man,
Em    C
It's too cold outside,
G       Em
For angels to fly,
C     Em
To fly, fly,
G    Em    D    Em
Angels to fly, to fly, to fly,
G     Em
Angels to die.