This is my version of The A Team by Boyce Avenue. 
NO CAPO Needed

G
White lips, pale face,
               Am   Em
Breathing in snowflakes,
              Am   Em           
Burnt lungs, sour taste.
G
Light's gone, day's end,
              Am   Em
Struggling to pay rent,
              Am      G
Long nights, strange men.

Am7                             C
And they say she's in the Class A Team,
                G
Stuck in her daydream,
                    D                  Am7
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems
                  C
Slowly sinking, wasting,
                G
Crumbling like pastries,

And they scream,
D
The worst things in life come free to us,
Em                       C       
Cos we're just under the upperhand,
G
And go mad for a couple of grams,
Em                    C          G
And she don't want to go outside tonight,
       Em                       C
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,
    G
Or sells love to another man,
Em         C
It's too cold outside,
G              Em
For angels to fly,
D          Em 
Angels to fly,

G
Ripped gloves, raincoat,
                  Am      Em
Tried to swim and stay afloat,
            Am    Em  
Dry house, wet clothes.
G
Loose change, bank notes,
            Am      Em
Weary-eyed, dry throat,
           Am     G
Call girl, no phone.


Am7                             C
And they say she's in the Class A Team,
                G
Stuck in her daydream,
                    D                  Am7
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems
                  C
Slowly sinking, wasting,
                G
Crumbling like pastries,

And they scream,
D
The worst things in life come free to us,
Em                       C       
Cos we're just under the upperhand,
G
And go mad for a couple of grams,
Em                    C          G
And she don't want to go outside tonight,
       Em                       C
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,
    G
Or sells love to another man,
Em         C
It's too cold outside,
G              Em
For angels to fly,

Am7           C
An angel will die.

G            Am
Covered in white,
Em
Closed eye,
     C            G 
And hoping for a better life,

Am                         C
This time, we'll fade out tonight,
G                   Em
Straight down the line.


Am C  G  Em


Am7                             C
And they say she's in the Class A Team,
                G
Stuck in her daydream,
                    D                  Am7
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems
                  C
Slowly sinking, wasting,
                G
Crumbling like pastries,

And they scream,
D
The worst things in life come free to us,
Em                       C       
Cos we're just under the upperhand,
G
And go mad for a couple of grams,
Em                    C          G
And she don't want to go outside tonight,
       Em                       C
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,
    G
Or sells love to another man,
Em         C
It's too cold outside,
G              Em    
For angels to fly,  C  Em 
D         Em       
Angels to fly,      C  Em
C       Em        
To fly, fly,
G        Em        C      Em
Angels to fly, to fly, to fly,
Em         G 
Angels to die.