this is my version of the a team by boyce avenue .
no capo needed
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
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 .
this is my version of the a team by boyce avenue .
no capo needed
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
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 .
