Boyce Avenue – The A Team (Guitar)
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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.