The A Team Tabulatur von Ed Sheeran (für Baryton)

CAPO 2
C          C    
White Lips, Pale Face
          C           Am
Breathing in snowflakes
      F               C
Burnt Lungs, Sour taste
C            C
Lights gone, Days end
           C         Am
Struggling to pay rent
     F               C
Long nights strange men


Dm                              F              C                            
And they say she's in the class A-team, Stuck in her daydream,
                   G                    Dm                            F 
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking wasting,
               C                            G                                 
crumbling like pastries and they scream the worst things in life come free to us,
          Am             F     C
Coz she's just under the upper hand, and goes mad for a couple grams, 
Dm                         F
she dont wanna go outside tonight. 
         Am                  F           C
And in a pipe she flies to the motherland, And sells love to another man,
  Am         F        G              Am
Its too cold outside, For angels to fly


C              C        
Ripped gloves, raincoat,
            C              Am  
tried to swim and stay afloat
        F            C
Dry house, wet clothes
C             C            
Loose change, bank notes,
          C          Am
weary-eyed, dry throat
C                Am
Call girl, no phone

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

Dm                F              Am
An angel will die, covered in white
       C         C
Closed eye and hoping for a better life
Am         F3                   C  G
This time, we'll fade out tonight, straight down the line

                 Am   F  C  G
Straight down the line


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