A Team by Ed Sheeran Notes: - this song's a little tricky to notate matching the lyrics, chords and rhythm, but it will help to listen to the song and play along - you'll get it! - this is the original song key of A, but you can bring it down in key for easier singing A White lips, pale face, breathing in F#m snowflakes, burnt lungs, sour A taste... A Light's gone, day's end, struggling to F#m pay rent, long nights, strange A men... [ch]B#m[/ch] D And they say she's in the Class A Team, A Stuck in her daydream, E Been this way since 18, but lately, [ch]B#m[/ch] D Her face seems slowly sinking, wasting, A Crumbling like pastries, And they scream, E The worst things in life come free to us, F#m D Cos we're just under the upperhand, A And go mad for a couple of grams, F#m D And she don't want to go A outside tonight, F#m D And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland, A Or sells love to another man, F#m D It's too cold outside, A ..For angels to F#m D fly, A ... Angels to F#m D fly, A ... A Ripped gloves, raincoat, tried to swim and F#m stay afloat, dry house, wet A clothes... A Loose change, bank notes, weary-eyed, dry F#m throat, call girl, no A phone... [ch]B#m[/ch] D And they say she's in the Class A Team, A Stuck in her daydream, E Been this way since 18, but lately [ch]B#m[/ch] D her face seems slowly sinking, wasting, A Crumbling like pastries, and they scream, E The worst things in life come free to us, F#m D Cos we're just under the upperhand, A And go mad for a couple of grams, F#m D And she don't want to go A outside tonight, F#m D And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland, A Or sells love to another man, F#m D It's too cold outside, A ..For angels to [ch]B#m[/ch] D fly, an angel will die. F#m? Covered in white, closed eye, and A hoping for a better life, [ch]B#m[/ch] D This time, we'll fade out tonight, Straight down the Instrumental break: F#m D Line... A F#m D A [ch]B#m[/ch] D And they say she's in the Class A Team, A Stuck in her daydream, E Been this way since 18, but lately, [ch]B#m[/ch] D her face seems slowly sinking, wasting, A Crumbling like pastries, and they scream, E The worst things in life come free to us, F#m D Cos we're just under the upperhand, A And go mad for a couple of grams, F#m D And she don't want to go A outside tonight, F#m D And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland, A Or sells love to another man, F#m D It's too cold outside, A ..For angels to F#m D fly, A ... Angels to F#m D fly, A ... F#m D To fly, to fly A ? Angels to F#m D Fly, to fly, to A Fly... Angels to A Die.