The A Team - Ed Sheeran
- Volodymyr Shalayko
- Jan 3, 2019
- 2 min read
This song by Ed Sheeran was actually written for one of his performances at a homeless shelter. The song is based on his own life on the streets. Try playing the song slowly at first and then increase the tempo in the media player. The bass note in the guitar riff is hit with your thumb and the rest of the full chords are strummed.
Song info:
Artist: Ed Sheeran
Song: The A Team
Album: %
Year of release: 2010
Category: Folkpop
Songwriters: Ed Sheeran
Publishers: Warner Bros Records
Posted by: Levi Akkerman
Capo: 0
Lyrics:
White lips, pale face Breathing in the snowflakes Burnt lungs, sour taste Light's gone, days end Struggling to pay rent Long nights, strange men
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
'Cause we're just under the upper hand And go mad for a couple grams And she don't wanna 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 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
'Cause we're just under the upper hand And go mad for a couple grams But she don't wanna go outside tonight And in a pipe she flies to the motherland Sells love to another man It's too cold outside For angels to fly
An angel will die Covered in white Closed eyes and hopin' for a better life This time, we'll fade out tonight 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 upper hand And go mad for a couple grams And we don't wanna go outside tonight And in the pipe, fly to the motherland Or sell love to another man It's too cold outside For angels to fly Angels to fly Fly, fly For angels to fly, to fly, to fly Angels to die
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