The A Team Teclado

	   

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

        Am   
And they say   
   C   
She's in the Class A Team   
    G   
Stuck in her daydream   
D   
Been this way since 18   
Am   
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       D   
And go mad for a couple of grams   
Em C G D   
And she don't want to go outside tonight   
Em C   
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland   
G D   
Or sells love to another man   
Em C G   
It's too cold outside   
D      Em C G   
For angels to fly   
Em C G   
Angels to fly   

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

        Am   
And they say   
   C   
She's in the Class A Team   
    G   
Stuck in her daydream   
D   
Been this way since 18   
Am   
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       D   
And go mad for a couple of grams   
Em C G D   
And she don't want to go outside tonight   
Em C   
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland   
G D   
Or sells love to another man   
Em C G   
It's too cold outside   
D      Em C G   
For angels to fly   
Em C G   
Angels to fly   
Am      C   
An angel will die   
Em   
Covered in white   

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

        Am   
And they say   
   C   
She's in the Class A Team   
    G   
Stuck in her daydream   
D   
Been this way since 18   
Am   
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 all under the upperhand   
G       D   
And go mad for a couple of grams   
Em C G D   
And we don't want to go outside tonight   
Em C   
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland   
G D   
Or sells love to another man   
Em C G   
It's too cold outside   
D      Em C G   
For angels to fly   
Em C G   
Angels to fly   

To fly, fly   
   D       G   
Angels to die