The A Team Akorları

Capo 2 

C   
White lips, pale face   
Am   
Breathing in snowflakes   
F C F   
Burnt lungs, sour taste   
C   
Light's gone, day's end   
    Am   
Struggling to pay rent   
F C F   
Long nights, strange men   

        Dm   
And they say   
   F   
She's in the Class A Team   
    C   
Stuck in her daydream   
G   
Been this way since 18   
Dm   
But lately her face seems   
F   
Slowly sinking, wasting   
C   
Crumbling like pastries   

And they scream   
G   
The worst things in life come free to us   
Am F   
Cos we're just under the upperhand   
C       G   
And go mad for a couple of grams   
Am F C G   
And she don't want to go outside tonight   
Am F   
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland   
C G   
Or sells love to another man   
Am F C   
It's too cold outside   
G      Am F C   
For angels to fly   
Am F C   
Angels to fly   

C    
Ripped gloves, raincoat   
Am   
Tried to swim and stay afloat   
F   C F   
Dry house, wet clothes   
C   
Loose change, bank notes   
    Am   
Weary-eyed, dry throat   
F      C F   
Call girl, no phone   

        Dm   
And they say   
   F   
She's in the Class A Team   
    C   
Stuck in her daydream   
G   
Been this way since 18   
Dm   
But lately her face seems   
F   
Slowly sinking, wasting   
C   
Crumbling like pastries   

And they scream   
G   
The worst things in life come free to us   
Am F   
Cos we're just under the upperhand   
C       G   
And go mad for a couple of grams   
Am F C G   
And she don't want to go outside tonight   
Am F   
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland   
C G   
Or sells love to another man   
Am F C   
It's too cold outside   
G      Am F C   
For angels to fly   
Am F C   
Angels to fly   
Dm      F   
An angel will die   
Am   
Covered in white   

Closed eye   
         C   
And hoping for a better life   
Dm     F G   
This time, we'll fade out tonight   
    Am F C G   
Straight down the line   

        Dm   
And they say   
   F   
She's in the Class A Team   
    C   
Stuck in her daydream   
G   
Been this way since 18   
Dm   
But lately her face seems   
F   
Slowly sinking, wasting   
C   
Crumbling like pastries   

And they scream   
G   
The worst things in life come free to us   
Am F   
Cos we're all under the upperhand   
C       G   
And go mad for a couple of grams   
Am F C G   
And we don't want to go outside tonight   
Am F   
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland   
C G   
Or sells love to another man   
Am F C   
It's too cold outside   
G      Am F C   
For angels to fly   
Am F C   
Angels to fly   

To fly, fly   
   G       C   
Angels to die