Ed Sheeran —
The A Team

Ukulele Chords

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© Chorded by Anton Gavzov // chief of the project (https://Muzland.info)
± BPM (tempo): ♩ = 85 beats per minute

Lyrics and Music by Ed Sheeran

Intro: Bb | Bb | Bb | Bb F
       Gm7 | Gm7 Eb | Bb | Bb

Bb
White lips, pale face,
             F    Gm7
Breathing in snowflakes,
             Eb    Bb
Burnt lungs, sour taste.

Bb
Light’s gone, day’s end,
              F    Gm7
Struggling to pay rent,
             Eb      Bb
Long nights, strange men.

       Cm7
   And they say
                       Eb
   She’s in the Class A Team,
                  Bb
   Stuck in her daydream,
                       F
   Been this way since eighteen
                  Cm7
   But lately her face seems
                   Eb
   Slowly sinking, wasting,
                  Bb
   Crumbling like pastries
   And they scream,
       F
   The worst things in life come free to us,

Chorus:
                  Gm             Eb
     ’Cause we’re just under the upperhand,
  Bb
     And go mad for a couple grams
  Gm                       Eb        Bb
     And she don’t want to go outside tonight,
              Gm                    Eb
     And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,
  Bb
     Or sells love to another man,
  Gm            Eb     Bb
     It’s too cold outside
         F         Gm7   Eb
     For angels to fly,
  Bb           Gm7  Eb     Bb
     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
         F         Cm7
     For angels to fly,
                   Eb
     An angel will die,
                Gm7
     Covered in white,
     Closed eye,
         Bb
     And hoping for a better life.

    Cm7                   Eb
This time, we’ll fade out tonight,
                   Bb
Straight down the line.

Instrumental: Bb | Bb | Bb | Bb F
              Gm7 | Gm7 Eb | Bb | Bb

   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
         F         Gm7  Eb   Bb
     For angels to fly,
               Gm7  Eb   Bb
     Angels to fly.

   Bb     Gm7  Eb
     To fly,
          Bb
     To fly,
                   Gm7     Eb      Bb
     For angels to fly, to fly, to fly,

     Angels to die.