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This is my version of The A Team by Boyce Avenue.
[Verse 1]
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.
[Pre-Chorus]
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,
[Chorus]
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,
[Verse 2]
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.
[Pre-Chorus]
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,
[Chorus]
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.
[Verse 3]
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.
[Instrumental]
Am C G Em
[Pre-Chorus]
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,
[Chorus]
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, C Em
D Em
Angels to fly, C Em
C Em
To fly, fly,
G Em C Em
Angels to fly, to fly, to fly,
Em G
Angels to die.
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