Cifra de The A team (acoustic) - Ed Sheeran
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Primeiro acorde: G 6 acordes identificados
G G
White Lips, Pale Face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt Lungs, Sour taste
G G
Lights gone, Days end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights strange men
Am C G
And they say she's in the class A-team, Stuck in her daydream,
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking wasting,
crumbling like pastries and they scream the worst things in life come free to us,
Coz she's just under the upper hand, and goes mad for a couple grams,
Am C
she dont wanna go outside tonight.
And in a pipe she flies to the motherland, And sells love to another man,
Its too cold outside, For angels to fly
G G
Ripped gloves, raincoat,
tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
G G
Loose change, bank notes,
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
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
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
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
Closed eye and hoping for a better life
Em C G D
This time, we?ll fade out tonight, straight down the line
Straight down the line
Am C G
And they say she?s in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
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
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
It?s too cold outside for angels to fly, angels to fly
To fly, fly
Or angels to die