The A Team Ed Sheeran White lips, pale face, Breathing in snowflak[Em]es, Burnt lungs[C], sour taste. [G]Light's gone, day's end, Struggling to pay re[Em]nt, Long night[C]s, strange men[G]. [Am7]And they say she's in the Class [C]A Team, Stuck in her day[G]dream, Been this way since [D]18, but lately her [Am7]face seems Slowly sinking, wa[C]sting, Crumbling like p[G]astries, And they scream, [D]The worst things in life come free to us, [Em]Cos we're just under the [C]upperhand, [G]And go mad (guitartabs.cc)