Boyce Avenue – The A Team (Ukulele)

F
White lips, pale face,

               Dm   Am
Breathing in snowflakes,

              Dm   Am           
Burnt lungs, sour taste.

F
Light's gone, day's end,

              Dm   Am
Struggling to pay rent,

              Dm      F
Long nights, strange men.

Dm7                             F
And they say she's in the Class A Team,

                F
Stuck in her daydream,

                    G                  Dm7
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems

                  F
Slowly sinking, wasting,

                F
Crumbling like pastries,

G
The worst things in life come free to us,

Am                       F       
Cos we're just under the upperhand,

F
And go mad for a couple of grams,

Am                    F          F
And she don't want to go outside tonight,

       Am                       F
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,

    F
Or sells love to another man,

Am         F
It's too cold outside,

F              Am
For angels to fly,

G          Am 
Angels to fly,

F
Ripped gloves, raincoat,

                  Dm      Am
Tried to swim and stay afloat,

            Dm    Am  
Dry house, wet clothes.

F
Loose change, bank notes,

            Dm      Am
Weary-eyed, dry throat,

           Dm     F
Call girl, no phone.

Dm7                             F
And they say she's in the Class A Team,

                F
Stuck in her daydream,

                    G                  Dm7
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems

                  F
Slowly sinking, wasting,

                F
Crumbling like pastries,

G
The worst things in life come free to us,

Am                       F       
Cos we're just under the upperhand,

F
And go mad for a couple of grams,

Am                    F          F
And she don't want to go outside tonight,

       Am                       F
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,

    F
Or sells love to another man,

Am         F
It's too cold outside,

F              Am
For angels to fly,

Dm7           F
An angel will die.

F            Dm
Covered in white,

Am
Closed eye,

     F            F 
And hoping for a better life,

Dm                         F
This time, we'll fade out tonight,

F                   Am
Straight down the line.

Dm7                             F
And they say she's in the Class A Team,

                F
Stuck in her daydream,

                    G                  Dm7
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems

                  F
Slowly sinking, wasting,

                F
Crumbling like pastries,

G
The worst things in life come free to us,

Am                       F       
Cos we're just under the upperhand,

F
And go mad for a couple of grams,

Am                    F          F
And she don't want to go outside tonight,

       Am                       F
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,

    F
Or sells love to another man,

Am         F
It's too cold outside,

F       Am        
To fly, fly,

F        Am        F      Am
Angels to fly, to fly, to fly,

Am         F 
Angels to die.