The A team (acoustic) Akorları

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


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


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

Em                       G                          D   
And they say she?s in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream  
                   A               Em                               G  
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting  
               D                             A              
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us  
Bm                       G        D  
Cos she's just under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of grams  
Bm                       G              D  
And she don?t want to go outside tonight  
         Bm                G             D   
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland, or sells love to another man  
Bm        D               A              D          G  
It?s too cold outside for angels to fly, angels to fly  

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

                 Bm   G  D  A  
Straight down the line  


Em                       G                          D   
And they say she?s in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream  
                   A               Em                               G  
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting  
               D                             A              
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us  
Bm                       G        D  
Cos she's just under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of grams  
Bm                       G              D  
And she don?t want to go outside tonight  
         Bm                G             D   
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland, or sells love to another man  
Bm        D               A              D          G  
It?s too cold outside for angels to fly, angels to fly  
                 A   
It?s too cold outside for angels to fly, angels to fly  
To fly, fly  
   A      D  
Or angels to die