The A Team – Ed Sheeran, Lyrics and Music by Ed Sheeran

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Тональность:
Intro:  
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Eadd11/G
  
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Dadd9
  
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White lips, pale face,

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Breathing in snowflakes,

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Burnt lungs, sour taste.
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Light’s gone, day’s end,

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Struggling to pay rent,

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Long nights, strange men.
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   And they say

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   She’s in the Class A Team,

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   Stuck in her daydream,

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   Been this way since eighteen

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   But lately her face seems

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   Slowly sinking, wasting,

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   Crumbling like pastries

   And they scream,

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   The worst things in life come free to us,
Chorus:
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     ’Cause we’re just under the upperhand,

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     And go mad for a couple grams

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     And she don’t want to go outside tonight,

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     And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,

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     Or sells love to another man,

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     It’s too cold outside

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D6add9
     For angels to fly,

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Fm9
D6add9
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     Angels to fly.
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 eighteen

   But lately her face seems

   Slowly sinking, wasting,

   Crumbling like pastries

   And they scream,

   The worst things in life come free to us,
Chorus:
     ’Cause we’re just under the upperhand,

     And go mad for a couple 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

Eadd11
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     For angels to fly,

Dadd9
     An angel will die,

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     Covered in white,

     Closed eye,

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     And hoping for a better life.
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Dadd9
This time, we’ll fade out tonight,

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Straight down the line.
Instrumental:  
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   And they say

   She’s in the Class A Team,

   Stuck in her daydream,

   Been this way since eighteen

   But lately her face seems

   Slowly sinking, wasting,

   Crumbling like pastries

   They scream,

   The worst things in life come free to us.
Chorus:
     And we’re all under the upperhand,

     Go mad for a couple grams

     And we don’t want to go outside tonight,

     And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland,

     Or sell love to another man,

     It’s too cold outside

Eadd11
Fm9
Dmaj
Amaj
     For angels to fly,

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Fm9
Dmaj
Amaj
     Angels to fly.
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Fm9
Dmaj
     To fly,

Amaj
     To fly,

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Fm9
Dmaj
Amaj
     For angels to fly, to fly, to fly,

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     Angels to die.

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