A Team (standard Tuning) Tabulatur von Ed Sheeran

(In Standard tuning with no capo)

Chords
   A   D   F#m Bm  E
A|-4---5---4---2---2----|
E|-5---5---5---2---0----|
C|-4---6---6---2---4----|
G|-6---7---6---4---1----|

(Intro)
F#m D A
F#m D A
F#m D A
F#m D A
A A
(Verse)
A           
White lips, pale face,
A                     F#m
Breathing in snowflakes,
          D            A D         
Burnt lungs, sour taste.

A
Light's gone, day's end,
A                     F#m
Struggling to pay rent,
          D            A D   
Long nights, strange men.

(Pre-Chorus)
Bm                              D
And they say she's in the Class A Team,
             A
Stuck in her daydream,
                    E                  Bm
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems
                  D
Slowly sinking, wasting,
                A
Crumbling like pastries,

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

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

(Verse)
A
Ripped gloves, raincoat,
A                           F#m
Tried to swim and stay afloat,
         D            A D  
Dry house, wet clothes.

A
Loose change, bank notes,
A                     F#m
Weary-eyed, dry throat,
         D        A  D        
Call girl, no phone.

(Pre-Chorus)
Bm                              D
And they say she's in the Class A Team,
             A
Stuck in her daydream,
                    E                   Bm
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems
                D
Slowly sinking, wasting,
                A
Crumbling like pastries,

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

(Chorus)
          F#m                 D       
Cos we're just under the upperhand,
A
And go mad for a couple of grams,
F#m                D        A
And she don't want to go outside tonight,
         F#m                         D
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,
A
Or sells love to another man,
F#m          D    A
It's too cold outside,
              Bm
For angels to fly,

(Bridge)
Bm             D
An angel will die.
           A      
Covered in white,
A
Closed eye,
    E            
And hoping for a better life,
Bm                          D         
This time, we'll fade out tonight,
                      F#m  D  A
Straight down the line.
                      F#m  D  A
Straight down the line.
F#m D A
F#m D A

(Pre-Chorus)
Bm                              D
And they say she's in the Class A Team,
                A
Stuck in her daydream,
                    E                     Bm
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems
                 D
Slowly sinking, wasting,
               A
Crumbling like pastries,

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

(Pause)
(Chorus)
          F#m                 D      
Cos we're all under the upperhand,
A
And go mad for a couple of grams,
F#m                   D     A
And we don't want to go outside tonight,
         F#m                         D
And in a pipe wee flies to the Motherland,
A
Or sell love to another man,
F#m        D     A
It's too cold outside,
                F#m  D  A
For angels to fly,
                F#m  D  A
Angels to fly,
   F#m  D  A
To fly, fly,
                F#m   D       A
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
          F#m
Angels to die.