The A Team

Tom: G (com forma de G)
Capotraste: 2ª casa
C    G
Intro: Em
G                                   D/F#    Em
White lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakes
       C            G
Burnt lungs, sour taste
G                                  D/F#    Em
Light’s gone, day’s end, struggling to pay rent
       C              G
Long nights, strange men

[Refrão]
    Am7                          C                     G
And they say she’s in the class a team, stuck in her daydream
                    D/F#              Am7                          C
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
               G                               D/F#
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us
          Em           C            G
Cos we're just under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of grams
Em                    C      G
And she don’t want to go outside tonight
          Em                  C            G                           D/F#
And in a pipe she flies to the motherland, or sells love to another man

[Próxima Parte]
 Em           C       G     D/F#     Em
It’s too cold outside for angels to fly,
 C     G      D/F#     Em    C   G
for angels to fly
G                                        D/F#    Em
Ripped gloves, raincoat, tried to swim and stay afloat
     C         G
Dry house, wet clothes
G                                       D/F#   Em
Loose change, bank notes, weary-eyed, dry throat
     C         G
Call girl, no phone

[Refrão] (repetir)
[Próxima Parte]
Em           C       G        D4/F#      Em
It’s too cold outside for angels to fly,
Am7               C              Em
an angel will die, covered in white
               G                        D/F#
Closed eye and hoping for a better life
Am7                      C
This time, we’ll fade out tonight, straight down the line
C    G
( Em
D/F# ) (2x)
    Am7                          C                    G
And they say she’s in the class a team, stuck in her daydream
                    D4/F#              Am7                          C
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
               G                               D4/F#
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us
          Em            C          G
And we're all under the upper hand, and go mad for a couple of grams
Em                   C         G
And we don’t want to go outside tonight
          Em7              C           G                            D/F#
And in a pipe we fly to the motherland, or sell love to another man
Em           C       G        D/F#  Em
It’s too cold outside for angels to fly,
 C     G   D/F#      Em     C   G
angels to fly
   D4/F#   Em   C  G
To fly,
               Em      C       G
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
    D4/F#       G
Or angels to die