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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 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 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
Ripped gloves, raincoat Tried to swim and 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 eighteen
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 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 They scream
The worst things in life come free to us And we're all under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside For angels to fly
Angels to fly To fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly Or angels to die