The A team (acoustic)

	  		
G          G      
White Lips, Pale Face  
          G           Em  
Breathing in snowflakes  
      C               G  
Burnt Lungs, Sour taste  
G            G  
Lights gone, Days end  
           G         Em  
Struggling to pay rent  
     C               G  
Long nights strange men  


Am                              C              G                              
And they say she's in the class A-team, Stuck in her daydream,  
                   D                    Am                            C   
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking wasting,  
               G                            D                                   
crumbling like pastries and they scream the worst things in life come free to us,  
          Em             C     G  
Coz she's just under the upper hand, and goes mad for a couple grams,   
Am                         C  
she dont wanna go outside tonight.   
         Em                  C           G  
And in a pipe she flies to the motherland, And sells love to another man,  
  Em         C        D              Em  
Its too cold outside, For angels to fly  


G              G          
Ripped gloves, raincoat,  
            G              Em    
tried to swim and stay afloat  
        C            G  
Dry house, wet clothes  
G             G              
Loose change, bank notes,  
          G          Em  
weary-eyed, dry throat  
G                Em  
Cool girl, no phone  

Am                       C                          G   
And they say she?s in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream  
                   D               Am                               C  
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting  
               G                             D              
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us  
Em                       C        G  
Cos she's 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   
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland, or sells love to another man  
Em        G               D              G          C  
It?s too cold outside for angels to fly, angels to fly  

Am                C              Em  
An angel will die, covered in white  
       G         G  
Closed eye and hoping for a better life  
Em         C                   G  D  
This time, we?ll fade out tonight, straight down the line  

                 Em   C  G  D  
Straight down the line  


Am                       C                          G   
And they say she?s in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream  
                   D               Am                               C  
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting  
               G                             D              
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us  
Em                       C        G  
Cos she's 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   
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland, or sells love to another man  
Em        G               D              G          C  
It?s too cold outside for angels to fly, angels to fly  
                 D   
It?s too cold outside for angels to fly, angels to fly  
To fly, fly  
   D      G  
Or angels to die