Ed Sheeran - A Team chords

A TEAM- ED SHEERAN

{basically this is my first ever tab and i know the song has been out there for a 
while but it's just so lovely}

CAPO 2 

Intro: G C/A G C/A G...

G            C/A G                 C/A    Em
White lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakes
             C/A     G
Burnt lungs, sour taste
G             C/A G                  C/A    Em
Light's gone, day's end ,struggling to pay rent
             C/A      G
Long nights, strange men
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CHORUS:
C
And they say, she's in the Class A Team
G
Stuck in her daydream
                    D
Been this way since 18
              C
But lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
               G
Crumbling like pastries and they scream
 D* <-- Singular Strumming  
The worst things in life come free to us
          C
Cos we're just under the upperhand
G 
Go mad for a couple grams
     C                       G
And she don't want to go outside tonight
         C
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
G
Or sells love to another man
Em        D          G
It's too cold outside
D
For angels to fly


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

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
Cos we're just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly

C
An angel will die
G
Covered in white
C
Closed eye
G
And hoping for a better life
C
This time, we'll fade out tonight
                     G
Straight down the line



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

They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And we're all under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly, fly
Angels to fly,
To fly, to fly
For angels to die