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 18 But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries And they scream The worst things is 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
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 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 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 Coverd in white Closed eyes And hopping 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 And 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 want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland Or sells love to another man It´s too cold outside For angels to fly Angels to fly, to fly
Angels to die
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