The A Team Ed Sheeran
Capo 2, but his guitar is a tenor or whatever so might sounds a bit different,
doesn't particularly matter whether you have the exact same key though, the chords
are all good. Love this tune, hope this guy makes it big, he's got some talent!
[G] [C1] [G] [C1] [G] [C1] [G] [G/F#]
[G]White lips, pale face, breathing i[G/F#]n snowflak[Em]es
Burnt [C2]lungs, sour tas[G]te[C1]
[G]Light’s gone, day’s end, struggling to [G/F#]pay r[Em]ent
Long nights[C2], strange [G]men
Am7 C3 G’
And they say she’s in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream
Been this way since [D/F#]18, but lately her [Am7]face seems, slowly sinking, w[C3]asting
G’ D/F#
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us
Cos we’re [Em]all under th[C2]e upperhand[G], and go mad for a couple of grams
[Em]And she don’t want to[C2] go outsid[G]e tonight
And in a p[Em]ipe she flies to th[C2]e Motherland[G], or sells love to another man
[Em]It’s too [C2]cold outs[G]ide for [D/F#]angels to [Em]fly,[C2] [G]
for angels to [Em]fly[C2] [G] [G/F#]
( Tab from: http://www.guitartabs.cc/tabs/e/ed_sheeran/the_a_team_crd.html )
Ripped gloves, raincoat, tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes, weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone
And they say she’s in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us
Cos we’re all under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of grams
And she don’t want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland, or sells love to another man
It’s too cold outside for angels to fly, angels to fly
[Am7]An angel will [C3]die, covered in [Em]white
Closed [G/F#]eye and [G]hoping for a better life
Am7 C3 –slide-D Em C3 G’ D/F#
This time, we’ll fade out tonight, straight down the line
Em C3 G’ D/F#
Straight down the line
And they say she’s in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us
Cos we’re all under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of grams
And she don’t want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland, or sells love to another man
It’s too cold outside for [D/F#]angels to fly, angels to fly
To fly, fly
Or [D/F#]angels to [G]die
Chords
G: 300033 C1: 002033 G/F#: 200033 C2: x32033 C3: x32013
G’: 320003 D/F#: 200230 D: x54035
Link to his site http://www.edsheeran.com/news.asp?
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