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  • White lips, pale face
    Breathing in the 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 upperhand
    And go mad for a couple grams
    But 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, stay afloat
    Dry house, wet clothes

    Loose change, bank notes
    Weary-eyed, dry throat
    Cool 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 upperhand
    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...

    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 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

    For angels to fly

    To fly

    For angels to die
  • [00:19.510]White lips, pale face
    [00:22.570]Breathing in the snowflakes
    [00:26.280]Burnt lungs, sour taste
    [00:31.150]
    [00:33.770]Light's gone, day's end
    [00:37.070]Struggling to pay rent
    [00:40.510]Long nights, strange men
    [00:45.870]And they say
    [00:48.370]She's in the Class A Team
    [00:51.910]Stuck in her daydream
    [00:55.140]Been this way since eighteen, but lately
    [00:59.770]Her face seems
    [01:01.590]Slowly sinking, wasting
    [01:04.660]Crumbling like pastries
    [01:07.710]And they scream
    [01:09.270]The worst things in life come free to us
    [01:12.330]'Cause we're just under the upperhand
    [01:16.650]And go mad for a couple grams
    [01:20.470]But she don't want to go outside tonight
    [01:26.370]And in a pipe, she flies to the Motherland
    [01:31.010]Or sells love to another man
    [01:35.310]It's too cold outside
    [01:39.500]For angels to fly
    [01:43.330]Angels to fly
    [01:50.640]
    [01:56.110]Ripped gloves, raincoat
    [01:59.050]Tried to swim, stay afloat
    [02:02.610]Dry house, wet clothes
    [02:06.990]
    [02:09.550]Loose change, bank notes
    [02:12.610]Weary-eyed, dry throat
    [02:16.060]Cool girl, no phone
    [02:21.190]And they say
    [02:23.250]She's in the Class A Team
    [02:26.400]Stuck in her daydream
    [02:29.830]Been this way since eighteen, but lately
    [02:34.400]Her face seems
    [02:36.270]Slowly sinking, wasting
    [02:39.350]Crumbling like pastries
    [02:42.590]And they scream
    [02:44.170]The worst things in life come free to us
    [02:47.290]'Cause we're just under the upperhand
    [02:52.110]And go mad for a couple grams
    [02:55.240]And she don't want to go outside tonight
    [03:00.920]And in a pipe, she flies to the Motherland
    [03:05.430]Or sells love to another man
    [03:09.490]It's too cold outside
    [03:13.770]For angels to fly
    [03:17.440]Angels to fly...
    [03:23.820]
    [03:54.020]And they say
    [03:56.090]She's in the Class A Team
    [03:59.320]Stuck in her daydream
    [04:02.580]Been this way since eighteen, but lately
    [04:07.040]Her face seems
    [04:08.920]Slowly sinking, wasting
    [04:11.910]Crumbling like pastries
    [04:15.300]And they scream
    [04:16.790]The worst things in life come free to us
    [04:19.920]'Cause we're just under the upperhand
    [04:24.730]And go mad for a couple of grams
    [04:28.040]And she don't want to go outside tonight
    [04:33.490]And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
    [04:38.120]Or sells love to another man
    [04:41.990]It's too cold outside
    [04:46.790]For angels to fly
    [04:51.970]
    [04:53.530]For angels to fly
    [04:58.520]
    [05:01.150]To fly
    [05:11.330]
    [05:14.080]For angels to die