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The A-Team

Höfundur lags: Ed Sheeran Höfundur texta: Ed Sheeran Flytjandi: Ed Sheeran Sent inn af: Nivdlab
[G]White lips, pale face,
Breathing in [Dadd11]snow       [Em]flakes,
Burnt [Cadd9]lungs, sour [G]taste.[A7sus4]    
[G]Light's gone, day's end,
Struggling to [Dadd11]pay        [Em]rent,
Long [Cadd9]nights, strange [G]men.

And [Am7]they say she's in the Class [C]A Team,
Stuck in her [G]daydream,
Been this way since [Dadd9]eighteen but lately
Her [Am7]face seems, slowly sinking, [C]wasting
Crumbling like [G]pastries,
And they scream,
The [Dadd9]worst things in life come free to us

Cos we're [Em]just under the [Cadd9]upper hand,[G]    
And go mad for a couple grams,
[Em]And she don't wanna [Cadd9]go outside[G] tonight,
And in a [Em]pipe she flies to the [Cadd9]Motherland,[G]    
Or sells love to another man,
[Em]It's too co[Cadd9]ld outside,[G]    
For [Dadd9]angels to [Em]fly, [Cadd9]    [G]    
Angels to [Em]fly, [Cadd9]    [G]    

[G]Ripped gloves, raincoat,
Tried to swim and[Dadd11] stay afl[Em]oat,   
Dry [Cadd9]house, wet [G]clothes.[A7sus4]    
[G]Loose change, bank notes,
Weary-eyed, [Dadd11]dry        [Em]throat,
Call [Cadd9]girl, no [G]phone.

And [Am7]they say she's in the Class [C]A Team,
Stuck in her [G]daydream,
Been this way since [Dadd9]eighteen but lately
Her [Am7]face seems, slowly sinking, [C]wasting,
Crumbling like [G]pastries
And they scream
The [Dadd9]worst things in life come free to us

Cos we're [Em]just under the [Cadd9]upper hand,[G]    
And go mad for a couple grams,
[Em]But she don't wanna [Cadd9]go outside[G] tonight,
And in a [Em]pipe she flies to the [Cadd9]Motherland,[G]    
Or sells love to another man,
[Em]It's too co[Cadd9]ld outside,[G]    
For [Dadd9]angels to [Em]fly, [Cadd9]    [G]    

[Am7]An angel will [C]die.
Covered in [Em]white,
Closed [Dadd11]eyed,       
And [G]hoping for a better life,
[Am7]This time, we'll fade out [C]tonight,
[Dadd9]Straight down the [Em]line.[Cadd9]    [G]    [Dadd9]    

And [Am7]they say she's in the Class [C]A Team,
Stuck in her [G]daydream,
Been this way since [Dadd9]eighteen but lately
Her [Am7]face seems, slowly sinking, [C]wasting,
Crumbling like [G]pastries,
They scream,
The [Dadd9]worst things in life come free to us

And we're [Em]all under the [Cadd9]upper hand,[G]    
And go mad for a couple grams,
[Em]And we don't wanna [Cadd9]go outside[G] tonight,
And in a [Em]pipe we fly to the [Cadd9]Motherland,[G]    
Or sell love to another man,
[Em]It's too co[Cadd9]ld outside,[G]    
For [Dadd9]angels to [Em]fly, [Cadd9]    [G]    
Angels to [Em]fly, [Cadd9]    [G]    
To [Em]fly, [Cadd9]fly,       [G]    
[Dadd9]Angels to [Em]fly, to [Cadd9]fly, to [G]fly,
[Dadd9]Angels to [G]die.

White lips, pale face,
Breathing in snowflakes,
Burnt lungs, sour taste.
Light's gone, day's end,
Struggling to pay rent,
Long nights, strange men.

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

Cos we're just under the upper hand,
And go mad for a couple grams,
And she don't wanna 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,

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

Cos we're just under the upper hand,
And go mad for a couple grams,
But she don't wanna 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,

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

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

And we're all under the upper hand,
And go mad for a couple grams,
And we don't wanna go outside tonight,
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland,
Or sell love to another man,
It's too cold outside,
For angels to fly,
Angels to fly,
To fly, fly,
Angels to fly, to fly, to fly,
Angels to die.

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  • Dadd11: not exist
  • Em
  • Cadd9
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  • Am7
  • C
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