Cifras
The A Team

Tom: G

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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  
                      C    Em  
D                      Em  
                             C    Em  
C                 Em  
To fly, fly,
G                    Em                    C              Em  
Angels to fly, to fly, to fly,
Em                      G  
Angels to die.