Ed Sheeran - The A Team, аккорды

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Intro: A
 | A
 | A
 | A
 Eadd11/G# 
       F#m7
 | F#m7
 Dadd9
 | A
 | A

A
White lips, pale face,
             E/G#
 F#m7
Breathing in snowflakes,
             Dadd9
 A
Burnt lungs, sour taste.

A
Light’s gone, day’s end,
              E/G#
 F#m7
Struggling to pay rent,
             Dadd9
   A
Long nights, strange men.

       Bm7
   And they say
                       D
   She’s in the Class A Team,
                  A
   Stuck in her daydream,
                       E
   Been this way since eighteen
                  Bm7
   But lately her face seems
                   D
   Slowly sinking, wasting,
                  A
   Crumbling like pastries
   A
   And they scream,
       E
   The worst things in life come free to us,

Chorus:
                  F#m
            D
     ’Cause we’re just under the upperhand,
  A
     And go mad for a couple 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
         Eadd11
    F#m9
  D6add9
     For angels to fly,
  A
            F#m9
 D6add9
 A
     Angels to fly.

A
Ripped gloves, raincoat,
             E/G#
 F#m7
Tried to swim and stay afloat
             Dadd9
 A
Dry house, wet clothes.

A
Loose change, bank notes,
             E/G#
 F#m7
Weary-eyed, dry throat,
             Dadd9
 A
Call girl, no phone.

       Bm7
   And they say
                       D
   She’s in the Class A Team,
                  A
   Stuck in her daydream,
                       E
   Been this way since eighteen
                  Bm7
   But lately her face seems
                   D
   Slowly sinking, wasting,
                  A
   Crumbling like pastries
   A
   And they scream,
       E
   The worst things in life come free to us,

Chorus:
                  F#m
            D
     ’Cause we’re just under the upperhand,
  A
     And go mad for a couple 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
         Eadd11
    Bm7
     For angels to fly,
                   Dadd9
     An angel will die,
                F#m7
     Covered in white, closed eye,
         A
     And hoping for a better life.

    Bm7
                   Dadd9
This time, we’ll fade out tonight,
                   A
Straight down the line.

Instrumental: A
 | A
 | A
 | A
 E/G#
 | F#m7
 | F#m7
 Dadd9
 | A
 | A

       Bm7
   And they say
                       D
   She’s in the Class A Team,
                  A
   Stuck in her daydream,
                       E
   Been this way since eighteen
                  Bm7
   But lately her face seems
                   D
   Slowly sinking, wasting,
                  A
   Crumbling like pastries
   A
   And they scream,
       E
   The worst things in life come free to us,

Chorus:
                  F#m
            D
     ’Cause we’re just under the upperhand,
  A
     And go mad for a couple 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
         Eadd11
    F#m9
 Dmaj
 Amaj
     For angels to fly,
     A
         F#m9
 Dmaj
 Amaj
     Angels to fly.
   A
      F#m9
 Dmaj
     To fly,
          Amaj
     To fly,
         A
         F#m9
    Dmaj
    Amaj
     For angels to fly, to fly, to fly,
     A/E
       A
     Angels to die.