The A-team chords by Ed Sheeran (Ver. 2)

G  C1 G  C1 G  C1  G  G/F#
G                 G/f#   Em
White lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakes
   C2       G    C1
Burnt lungs, sour taste
G                   G/f# Em
Light’s gone, day’s end, struggling to pay rent
      C2    G
Long nights, strange men

Am7               C3          G’
And they say she’s in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream
          D/F#        Am7             C3
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
        G’              D/F#
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us
     Em     C2     G
Cos she's just under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of grams
Em          C2    G
And she don’t want to go outside tonight
     Em         C2     G
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland, or sells love to another man
Em    C2    G    D/F#   Em
C2 G
It’s too cold outside for angels to fly,
       Em  C2  G  G/f#
for 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 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us
Cos she's just under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of 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 for angels to fly, angels to fly

Am7      C3       Em
An angel will die, covered in white
    G/f#  G
Closed eye and hoping for a better life
Am7           C3 –slide-D
Em  C3  G’ D/F#
This time, we’ll fade out tonight, straight down the line

          Em  C3 G’ D/F#
Straight down the line

And they say she’s in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us
Cos we’re all under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of 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
             D/F#
It’s too cold outside for angels to fly, angels to fly
To fly, fly
  D/F#   G
Or angels to die

Chords
G: 300033   C1: x02033   G/f#: 200033   C2: x32033
 C3: x32013
G’: 320003   D/F#: 200230    D: x54035