Chord Gitar The A Team – Selena Gomez & Justin Bieber

                
 White lips, pale face
                 
Breathing in snowflakes
                  
Burnt lungs, sour taste
                   
 Light's gone, day's 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 eighteen
               
But lately her face seems
                
Slowly sinking, wasting
               
Crumbling like pastries
                    
And they scream the worst things
in life come free to us

          
Cos we're just under the upperhand

 And go mad for a couple of grams
                           
 And she don't want to 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

                  
 Ripped gloves, raincoat
                       
Tried to swim and stay float
               
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 eighteen
               
But lately her face seems
                
Slowly sinking, wasting
               
Crumbling like pastries
                    
And they scream the worst things
in life come free to us

          
Cos we're just under the upperhand

 And go mad for a couple of grams
                           
 And she don't want to 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
              
An angel will die
           
Covered in white, Closed eye
    
And hoping 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 eighteen
               
But lately her face seems
                
Slowly sinking, wasting
               
Crumbling like pastries
                    
And they scream the worst things
in life come free to us

          
Cos we're just under the upperhand

 And go mad for a couple of grams
                           
 And she don't want to 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..
         
To fly.. fly..
          
Angels to fly..
            
To fly.. To fly.. Or angels to die

                                 
Cos we're just under the upperhand
                           
 And she don't want to go outside
         
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland

 Or sells love to another man
                  
 It's too cold outside



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| Original Chord |
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 White lips, pale face
                 
Breathing in snowflakes
                  
Burnt lungs, sour taste
                  
 Light's gone, day's 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 eighteen
               
But lately her face seems
                
Slowly sinking, wasting
               
Crumbling like pastries
                    
And they scream the worst thing
in life come free to us

          
Cos we're just under the upperhand

 And go mad for a couple of grams
                          
 And she don't want to 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

                 
 Ripped gloves, raincoat
                       
Tried to swim and stay float
               
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 eighteen
               
But lately her face seems
                
Slowly sinking, wasting
               
Crumbling like pastries
                    
And they scream the worst thing
in life come free to us

          
Cos we're just under the upperhand

 And go mad for a couple of grams
                          
 And she don't want to 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
              
An angel will die
           
Covered in white, Closed eye
    
And hoping 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 eighteen
               
But lately her face seems
                
Slowly sinking, wasting
               
Crumbling like pastries
                    
And they scream the worst thing
in life come free to us

          
Cos we're just under the upperhand

 And go mad for a couple of grams
                          
 And she don't want to 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..
        
To fly.. fly..
          
Angels to fly..
            
To fly.. To fly.. Or angels to die

                                
Cos we're just under the upperhand
                          
 And she don't want to go outside
         
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland

 Or sells love to another man
                 
 It's too cold outside