Chords for The A Team - Ed Sheeran (cover)
Tempo:
74.1 bpm
Chords used:
A
F#m
D
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
White lips, pale face, breathing in [F#m] snowflakes, burned lungs, [A] sour taste.
Lights gone, days end, struggling to [F#m] pay rent, long nights, [A] strange men.
[D] And they say she's in the class 18, stuck in her [A] daydream, been this [E] way since 18.
But lately [D] the face seems slowly sinking, wasting, crumbling [A] like pastries.
And they scream, [E] the worst things in life come free to us, [F#m] cause we're just [D] under the upper [A] hand.
Going bad for a couple [F#m] grams, oh, she don't [D] wanna go [A] outside tonight.
[F#m] And in a pipe she [D] flies to the [A] motherland, and sells love to another [F#m] man.
It's too [D] cold [A] outside for angels [F#m] to [D] find.
Ooh, [A] [E]
[A] ripped clothes, raincoat, trying to swim in the [F#m] steep flow.
Dry house, [A] wet clothes, loose change, dink nose, weary eyes and [F#m] dry throat.
Call girl, [A] no phone.
[D] And they say she's in the class 18, stuck in [A] her daydream, been this [E] way since 18.
But lately [D] the face seems slowly sinking, wasting, crumbling [A] like pastries.
And they [E] scream, the worst things in life come free to [F#m] us, cause we're just [D] under the upper [A] hand.
Going bad for a couple [F#m] grams, oh, she don't [D] wanna go [A] outside tonight.
[F#m] And in a pipe she flies to the [A] motherland, and sells love to another [F#m] man.
It's too [D] cold [A] outside for [D] angels to find.
An angel will die, covered [F#m] in white clothes, [A] I'm hoping for a better life.
[D] But this time we'll fade out tonight, straight [F#m] down the line.
[D] [A] [E] [F#m]
Lights gone, days end, struggling to [F#m] pay rent, long nights, [A] strange men.
[D] And they say she's in the class 18, stuck in her [A] daydream, been this [E] way since 18.
But lately [D] the face seems slowly sinking, wasting, crumbling [A] like pastries.
And they scream, [E] the worst things in life come free to us, [F#m] cause we're just [D] under the upper [A] hand.
Going bad for a couple [F#m] grams, oh, she don't [D] wanna go [A] outside tonight.
[F#m] And in a pipe she [D] flies to the [A] motherland, and sells love to another [F#m] man.
It's too [D] cold [A] outside for angels [F#m] to [D] find.
Ooh, [A] [E]
[A] ripped clothes, raincoat, trying to swim in the [F#m] steep flow.
Dry house, [A] wet clothes, loose change, dink nose, weary eyes and [F#m] dry throat.
Call girl, [A] no phone.
[D] And they say she's in the class 18, stuck in [A] her daydream, been this [E] way since 18.
But lately [D] the face seems slowly sinking, wasting, crumbling [A] like pastries.
And they [E] scream, the worst things in life come free to [F#m] us, cause we're just [D] under the upper [A] hand.
Going bad for a couple [F#m] grams, oh, she don't [D] wanna go [A] outside tonight.
[F#m] And in a pipe she flies to the [A] motherland, and sells love to another [F#m] man.
It's too [D] cold [A] outside for [D] angels to find.
An angel will die, covered [F#m] in white clothes, [A] I'm hoping for a better life.
[D] But this time we'll fade out tonight, straight [F#m] down the line.
[D] [A] [E] [F#m]
Key:
A
F#m
D
E
A
F#m
D
E
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ White lips, pale face, breathing in [F#m] snowflakes, burned lungs, [A] sour taste. _ _
_ Lights gone, days end, struggling to [F#m] pay rent, long nights, [A] strange men. _
[D] And they say she's in the class 18, stuck in her [A] daydream, been this [E] way since 18.
But lately [D] the face seems slowly sinking, wasting, crumbling [A] like pastries.
And they scream, [E] the worst things in life come free to us, [F#m] cause we're just [D] under the upper [A] hand.
Going bad for a couple [F#m] grams, oh, she don't [D] wanna go [A] outside tonight.
[F#m] And in a pipe she [D] flies to the [A] motherland, and sells love to another [F#m] man.
It's too [D] cold [A] outside for angels [F#m] to [D] find.
Ooh, [A] _ _ [E] _ _
[A] _ ripped clothes, raincoat, trying to swim in the [F#m] steep flow.
Dry house, [A] wet clothes, _ _ _ loose change, dink nose, weary eyes and [F#m] dry throat.
Call girl, [A] no phone. _
[D] And they say she's in the class 18, stuck in [A] her daydream, been this [E] way since 18.
But lately [D] the face seems slowly sinking, wasting, crumbling [A] like pastries.
And they [E] scream, the worst things in life come free to [F#m] us, cause we're just [D] under the upper [A] hand.
Going bad for a couple [F#m] grams, oh, she don't [D] wanna go [A] outside tonight.
[F#m] And in a pipe she flies to the [A] motherland, and sells love to another [F#m] man.
It's too [D] cold [A] outside for [D] angels to find.
An angel will die, covered [F#m] in white clothes, [A] I'm hoping for a better life.
[D] But this time we'll fade out tonight, straight [F#m] down the line. _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [F#m] _ _
_ White lips, pale face, breathing in [F#m] snowflakes, burned lungs, [A] sour taste. _ _
_ Lights gone, days end, struggling to [F#m] pay rent, long nights, [A] strange men. _
[D] And they say she's in the class 18, stuck in her [A] daydream, been this [E] way since 18.
But lately [D] the face seems slowly sinking, wasting, crumbling [A] like pastries.
And they scream, [E] the worst things in life come free to us, [F#m] cause we're just [D] under the upper [A] hand.
Going bad for a couple [F#m] grams, oh, she don't [D] wanna go [A] outside tonight.
[F#m] And in a pipe she [D] flies to the [A] motherland, and sells love to another [F#m] man.
It's too [D] cold [A] outside for angels [F#m] to [D] find.
Ooh, [A] _ _ [E] _ _
[A] _ ripped clothes, raincoat, trying to swim in the [F#m] steep flow.
Dry house, [A] wet clothes, _ _ _ loose change, dink nose, weary eyes and [F#m] dry throat.
Call girl, [A] no phone. _
[D] And they say she's in the class 18, stuck in [A] her daydream, been this [E] way since 18.
But lately [D] the face seems slowly sinking, wasting, crumbling [A] like pastries.
And they [E] scream, the worst things in life come free to [F#m] us, cause we're just [D] under the upper [A] hand.
Going bad for a couple [F#m] grams, oh, she don't [D] wanna go [A] outside tonight.
[F#m] And in a pipe she flies to the [A] motherland, and sells love to another [F#m] man.
It's too [D] cold [A] outside for [D] angels to find.
An angel will die, covered [F#m] in white clothes, [A] I'm hoping for a better life.
[D] But this time we'll fade out tonight, straight [F#m] down the line. _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [F#m] _ _
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