Kunci Gitar Chord Selena Gomez & Justin Bieber – The A Team


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Am                G
 White lips, pale face
                 Em
Breathing in snowflakes
                  F
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Am                   G
 Light's gone, day's end
                  Em
Struggling to pay rent
                     F
Long nights, strange men

[Chorus]
    Am
And they say
                   G
She's in the Class A Team
               Em
Stuck in her daydream
                    F
Been this way since eighteen
               Am
But lately her face seems
                G
Slowly sinking, wasting
               Em
Crumbling like pastries
                    F
And they scream the worst things
in life come free to us

          Am
Cos we're just under the upperhand
G
 And go mad for a couple of grams
Em                           F
 And she don't want to go outside tonight
         Am
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
G
 Or sells love to another man
Em
 It's too cold outside
F
 For angels to fly

Am                  G
 Ripped gloves, raincoat
                       Em
Tried to swim and stay float
               F
Dry house, wet clothes
Am                  G
 Loose change, bank notes
                Em
Weary-eyed, dry throat
              F
Call girl, no phone

[Chorus]
    Am
And they say
                   G
She's in the Class A Team
               Em
Stuck in her daydream
                    F
Been this way since eighteen
               Am
But lately her face seems
                G
Slowly sinking, wasting
               Em
Crumbling like pastries
                    F
And they scream the worst things
in life come free to us

          Am
Cos we're just under the upperhand
G
 And go mad for a couple of grams
Em                           F
 And she don't want to go outside tonight
         Am
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
G
 Or sells love to another man
Em                  F
 It's too cold outside
              Am
For angels to fly
              G
An angel will die
           Em
Covered in white, Closed eye
    F
And hoping for a better life
Am                        G
This time, we'll fade out tonight
                  Em   F
Straight down the line

[Chorus]
    Am
And they say
                   G
She's in the Class A Team
               Em
Stuck in her daydream
                    F
Been this way since eighteen
               Am
But lately her face seems
                G
Slowly sinking, wasting
               Em
Crumbling like pastries
                    F
And they scream the worst things
in life come free to us

          Am
Cos we're just under the upperhand
G
 And go mad for a couple of grams
Em                           F
 And she don't want to go outside tonight
         Am
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
G
 Or sells love to another man
Em                  F
 It's too cold outside
              Am  G
For angels to fly
          Em   F
Angels to fly..
     Am    G
To fly.. fly..
          Em
Angels to fly..
            F
To fly.. To fly.. Or angels to die

          Am                       G
Cos we're just under the upperhand
Em                           F
 And she don't want to go outside
         Am
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
G
 Or sells love to another man
Em                  F
 It's too cold outside



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| Original Chord |
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F#m               E
 White lips, pale face
                 C#m
Breathing in snowflakes
                  D
Burnt lungs, sour taste
F#m                  E
 Light's gone, day's end
                  C#m
Struggling to pay rent
                     D
Long nights, strange men

[Chorus]
    F#m
And they say
                   E
She's in the Class A Team
               C#m
Stuck in her daydream
                    D
Been this way since eighteen
               F#m
But lately her face seems
                E
Slowly sinking, wasting
               C#m
Crumbling like pastries
                    D
And they scream the worst thing
in life come free to us

          F#m
Cos we're just under the upperhand
E
 And go mad for a couple of grams
C#m                          D
 And she don't want to go outside tonight
         F#m
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
E
 Or sells love to another man
C#m
 It's too cold outside
D
 For angels to fly

F#m                 E
 Ripped gloves, raincoat
                       C#m
Tried to swim and stay float
               D
Dry house, wet clothes
F#m                 E
 Loose change, bank notes
                C#m
Weary-eyed, dry throat
              D
Call girl, no phone

[Chorus]
    F#m
And they say
                   E
She's in the Class A Team
               C#m
Stuck in her daydream
                    D
Been this way since eighteen
               F#m
But lately her face seems
                E
Slowly sinking, wasting
               C#m
Crumbling like pastries
                    D
And they scream the worst thing
in life come free to us

          F#m
Cos we're just under the upperhand
E
 And go mad for a couple of grams
C#m                          D
 And she don't want to go outside tonight
         F#m
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
E
 Or sells love to another man
C#m                 D
 It's too cold outside
              F#m
For angels to fly
              E
An angel will die
           C#m
Covered in white, Closed eye
    D
And hoping for a better life
F#m                       E
This time, we'll fade out tonight
                  C#m  D
Straight down the line

[Chorus]
    F#m
And they say
                   E
She's in the Class A Team
               C#m
Stuck in her daydream
                    D
Been this way since eighteen
               F#m
But lately her face seems
                E
Slowly sinking, wasting
               C#m
Crumbling like pastries
                    D
And they scream the worst thing
in life come free to us

          F#m
Cos we're just under the upperhand
E
 And go mad for a couple of grams
C#m                          D
 And she don't want to go outside tonight
         F#m
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
E
 Or sells love to another man
C#m                 D
 It's too cold outside
              F#m  E
For angels to fly
          C#m  D
Angels to fly..
     F#m   E
To fly.. fly..
          C#m
Angels to fly..
            D
To fly.. To fly.. Or angels to die

          F#m                      E
Cos we're just under the upperhand
C#m                          D
 And she don't want to go outside
         F#m
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
E
 Or sells love to another man
C#m                 D
 It's too cold outside
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