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: F# | F# | F# | F# C#add11
       Ebm7 | Ebm7 Badd9 | F# | F#

F#
White lips, pale face,
             C#   Ebm7
Breathing in snowflakes,
             Badd9 F#
Burnt lungs, sour taste.

F#
Light’s gone, day’s end,
              C#   Ebm7
Struggling to pay rent,
             Badd9   F#
Long nights, strange men.

       G#m7
   And they say
                       B
   She’s in the Class A Team,
                  F#
   Stuck in her daydream,
                       C#
   Been this way since eighteen
                  G#m7
   But lately her face seems
                   B
   Slowly sinking, wasting,
                  F#
   Crumbling like pastries
   And they scream,
       C#
   The worst things in life come free to us,

Chorus:
                  Ebm            B
     ’Cause we’re just under the upperhand,
  F#
     And go mad for a couple grams
  Ebm                      B         F#
     And she don’t want to go outside tonight,
              Ebm                   B
     And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,
  F#
     Or sells love to another man,
  Ebm           B      F#
     It’s too cold outside
         C#add11   Ebm7  B6    
     For angels to fly,
  F#           Ebm7 B6     F#
     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
         C#add11   G#m7
     For angels to fly,
                   Badd9
     An angel will die,
                Ebm7
     Covered in white,
     Closed eye,
         F#
     And hoping for a better life.

    G#m7                  Badd9
This time, we’ll fade out tonight,
                   F#
Straight down the line.

Instrumental: F# | F# | F# | F# C#
              Ebm7 | Ebm7 Badd9 | F# | F#

   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
         C#add11   Ebm7 Bmaj F#maj
     For angels to fly,
     F#        Ebm7 Bmaj F#maj
     Angels to fly.

   F#     Ebm7 Bmaj
     To fly,
          F#maj
     To fly,
         F#        Ebm7    Bmaj    F#maj
     For angels to fly, to fly, to fly,
     F#         
     Angels to die.