A Team by Ed Sheeran
Notes:
- this song's a little tricky to notate matching the lyrics, chords and
rhythm, but it will help to listen to the song and play along - you'll get it!
- this is the original song key of A, but you can bring it down in key for easier singing
A
White lips, pale face, breathing in
F#m
snowflakes, burnt lungs, sour
A
taste...
A
Light's gone, day's end, struggling to
F#m
pay rent, long nights, strange
A
men...
[ch]B#m[/ch] D
And they say she's in the Class A Team,
A
Stuck in her daydream,
E
Been this way since 18, but lately,
[ch]B#m[/ch] D
Her face seems slowly sinking, wasting,
A
Crumbling like pastries, And they scream,
E
The worst things in life come free to us,
F#m D
Cos we're just under the upperhand,
A
And go mad for a couple of grams,
F#m D
And she don't want to go
A
outside tonight,
F#m D
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,
A
Or sells love to another man,
F#m D
It's too cold outside,
A
..For angels to
F#m D
fly,
A
... Angels to
F#m D
fly,
A
...
A
Ripped gloves, raincoat, tried to swim and
F#m
stay afloat, dry house, wet
A
clothes...
A
Loose change, bank notes, weary-eyed, dry
F#m
throat, call girl, no
A
phone...
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[ch]B#m[/ch] D
And they say she's in the Class A Team,
A
Stuck in her daydream,
E
Been this way since 18, but lately
[ch]B#m[/ch] D
her face seems slowly sinking, wasting,
A
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream,
E
The worst things in life come free to us,
F#m D
Cos we're just under the upperhand,
A
And go mad for a couple of grams,
F#m D
And she don't want to go
A
outside tonight,
F#m D
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,
A
Or sells love to another man,
F#m D
It's too cold outside,
A
..For angels to
[ch]B#m[/ch] D
fly, an angel will die.
F#m…
Covered in white, closed eye, and
A
hoping for a better life,
[ch]B#m[/ch] D
This time, we'll fade out tonight,
Straight down the
Instrumental break:
F#m D
Line...
A
F#m D
A
[ch]B#m[/ch] D
And they say she's in the Class A Team,
A
Stuck in her daydream,
E
Been this way since 18, but lately,
[ch]B#m[/ch] D
her face seems slowly sinking, wasting,
A
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream,
E
The worst things in life come free to us,
F#m D
Cos we're just under the upperhand,
A
And go mad for a couple of grams,
F#m D
And she don't want to go
A
outside tonight,
F#m D
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,
A
Or sells love to another man,
F#m D
It's too cold outside,
A
..For angels to
F#m D
fly,
A
... Angels to
F#m D
fly,
A
...
F#m D
To fly, to fly
A
… Angels to
F#m D
Fly, to fly, to
A
Fly... Angels to
A
Die.
