White lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakesBurnt lungs, sour tasteLight’s gone, day’s end, struggling to pay rentLong nights, strange men[Refrão]And they say she’s in the class a team, stuck in her daydreamBeen this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wastingCrumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to usCos we're just under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of gramsAnd she don’t want to go outside tonightAnd in a pipe she flies to the motherland, or sells love to another man[Próxima Parte]It’s too cold outside for angels to fly,for angels to flyRipped gloves, raincoat, tried to swim and stay afloatDry house, wet clothesLoose change, bank notes, weary-eyed, dry throatCall girl, no phone[Refrão] (repetir)[Próxima Parte]It’s too cold outside for angels to fly,an angel will die, covered in whiteClosed eye and hoping for a better lifeThis time, we’ll fade out tonight, straight down the line(D/F# ) (2x)And they say she’s in the class a team, stuck in her daydreamBeen this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wastingCrumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to usAnd we're all under the upper hand, and go mad for a couple of gramsAnd we don’t want to go outside tonightAnd in a pipe we fly to the motherland, or sell love to another manIt’s too cold outside for angels to fly,angels to flyTo fly,For angels to fly, to fly, to flyOr angels to die
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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
[Refrão]
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
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
[Próxima Parte]
It’s too cold outside for angels to fly,
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
[Refrão] (repetir)
[Próxima Parte]
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
(
D/F# ) (2x)
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 of 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,
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Or angels to die
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