Cifras
The A team

G  
White Lips, Pale Face
                          G                            Em  
Breathing in snowflakes
                C                                      G  
Burnt Lungs, Sour taste
G  
Lights gone, Days end
                             G                      Em  
Struggling to pay rent
             C                                      G  
Long nights strange men
Am                                                                              C                                    G  
                                 A  
                                                  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  
Ripped gloves, raincoat,
                                G                                    Em  
tried to swim and stay afloat
                     C                              G  
Dry house, wet clothes
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  
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