White lips, pale faceBreathing in snowflakesBurnt lungs, sour tasteLight's gone, day's endStruggling to pay rentLong nights, strange menAnd they say she's in the Class A TeamStuck in her daydreamBeen this way since eighteen but latelyHer face seems, slowly sinking, wastingCrumbling like pastriesAnd they screamThe worst things in life come free to us‘Cos we're just under the upper handAnd go mad for a couple gramsAnd she don't wanna go outside tonightAnd in a pipe she flies to the MotherlandOr sells love to another manIt's too cold outsideFor angels to flyAngels to flyRipped gloves, raincoatTried to swim and stay afloatDry house, wet clothesLoose change, bank notesWeary-eyed, dry throatCall girl, no phoneAnd they say she's in the Class A TeamStuck in her daydreamBeen this way since eighteen but latelyHer face seems, slowly sinking, wastingCrumbling like pastriesAnd they screamThe worst things in life come free to us‘Cos we're just under the upper handAnd go mad for a couple of gramsBut she don't want to go outside tonightAnd in a pipe she flies to the MotherlandAnd sells love to another manIt's too cold outsideFor angels to flyAn angel will dieCovered in white, closed eyedAnd hoping for a better lifeThis time will fade out tonightStraight down the lineAnd they say she's in the Class A TeamStuck in her daydreamBeen this way since eighteen but latelyHer face seems, slowly sinking, wastingCrumbling like pastriesThey screamThe worst things in life come free to usAnd we're all under the upper handAnd go mad for a couple gramsAnd we don't want to go outside tonightAnd in the pipe fly to the MotherlandOr sell love to another manIt's too cold outsideFor angels to flyAngels to fly, fly, flyFor angels to fly, to fly, to flyFor 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
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
‘Cos we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't wanna 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
‘Cos we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple of grams
But she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
And sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white, closed eyed
And hoping for a better life
This time will 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
And go mad for a couple grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in the pipe fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly, fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
For angels to die
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