Birdy – The A Team (Guitar)

C
  White lips, pale face

             G/B  Am
Breathing in snowflakes

      F               C
Burnt lungs, sour taste

C
  Light's gone, day's end

              G/B  Am
Struggling to pay  rent

     F               C
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

    G
The worst things in life come free to us

             Am             C               
'Cause we're just under the upper hand   

Dm                 F                        
  And go mad for a couple of grams

Am                      F          C
  But she don't want to go outside tonight

         Am                    C            
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland

Dm                 F                          
  Or sells love to another man

Am           F    C
 It's too cold outside

              Am
For angels to fly

F               C
  For angels to fly

C 
  Ripped gloves, raincoat

               Em    Am
Tried to swim, stay afloat

    F          C
Dry house, wet clothes

C
  Loose change, bank notes

            Em  Am
Weary-eyed, dry throat

     F        C
Cool 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

    G
The worst things in life come free to us

             Am             C               
'Cause we're just under the upper hand   

Dm                 F                        
  And go mad for a couple of grams

Am                      F          C
  But she don't want to go outside tonight

         Am                    C            
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland

Dm                 F                          
  Or sells love to another man

Am           F    C
 It's too cold outside

              Am
For angels to fly

F               C
  For angels to fly

Am  F  C
Ooh, ooh,

Am  F  C
Ooh, ooh

    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

    G
The worst things in life come free to us

             Am             C               
'Cause we're just under the upper hand   

Dm                 F                        
  And go mad for a couple of grams

Am                      F          C
  But she don't want to go outside tonight

         Am                    C            
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland

Dm                 F                          
  Or sells love to another man

Am           F       C
 It's too cold outside

              Am
For angels to fly

F               C
  For angels to fly

   Am    F   C
To fly,

              C
For angels to die