The A Team chords by Chester See

intro  A




  A             A
White lips, pale face
  A            D    E
Breathing in snowflakes
  A              A
Burnt lungs, sour taste
   A              A
Light's gone, day's end
   A           D    E
Struggling to pay rent
   A             A
Long nights, strange men
 Bm
And they say
  Bm                D
She's in the Class A Tea
               A
Stuck in her daydream
   A                   E
Been this way since eighteen
   A              D
But lately her face seems
   A                 D
Slowly sinking, wasting
                  A
Crumbling like pastries
      A
And they scream
      E                         E
The worst things in life come free to us
        Bm                    D
Cause we're just under the upper hand
       A                E
And go mad for a couple grams
                D                    A
And she don't want to go outside tonight
          Bm                       A
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
      G              A
Or sells love to another man
          G      A
It's too cold outside
   A           E
For angels to fly

  D      A         E
OOOOOooooooOOOoooooooooooo
  CONTINUE THE SAME WAY
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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
Cause we're just under the upper hand
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
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line

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
And we're all under the upper hand
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
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Or angels to die