A-team-Ed Sheean

B       C#
White lips,

Ab   A
pale face
B C#       C#    E C#
Breathing in snowflakes
B         C#
Burnt lungs
E       E

sour taste
B         C#
Light's gone
Ab     A
day's end
B C# C#   A   E  C#
Struggling to pay rent
B       C#
Long nights
E          E
strange men

A     E    C#

and they say

A     A A    A    E   C#

shes in the class A-team

A     A    A     E C#

stuck in her daydream

A      A    A      A     B C#

been this way since eighteen

A    B C#

but lately

A     E    C#

her face seems

A A      A A     E C#

slowly sinking wasting

A A A      A     E C#

crumbling like pastries

A      E      C#

and they scream

A     C#    C#   C# C#  D      C# B A

the worst things in life come free to us

A         A     C# C# C# B C# B    C#

cause we're just under the upper hand 

C# C#  C# D  C# B   A

go mad for a couple grams

C#   C#  E      F# E  C# B A   A A    B C#

And she don't wanna go        outside tonight

A   C# B C# B C# C# B C# B C#

and in a pipe she flies to the motherland

A C# C# C# D C# B A

or sells love to another man

C# E F# A Ab E C# B A

its too cold outside

A E C# B A

for angels to fly