| 01 |
White lips, pale face |
| 02 |
Breathing in snowflakes |
| 03 |
Burnt lungs, sour taste |
| 04 |
Light's gone, day's end |
| 05 |
Struggling to pay rent |
| 06 |
Long nights, strange men |
| 07 |
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| 08 |
And they say |
| 09 |
She's in the Class A Team |
| 10 |
Stuck in her daydream |
| 11 |
Been this way since eighteen |
| 12 |
But lately her face seems |
| 13 |
Slowly sinking, wasting |
| 14 |
Crumbling like pastries |
| 15 |
And they scream |
| 16 |
The worst things in life come free to us |
| 17 |
'Cause we're just under the upper hand |
| 18 |
And go mad for a couple grams |
| 19 |
And she don't want to go outside tonight |
| 20 |
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland |
| 21 |
Or sells love to another man |
| 22 |
It's too cold outside |
| 23 |
For angels to fly |
| 24 |
Angels to fly |
| 25 |
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| 26 |
Ripped gloves, raincoat |
| 27 |
Tried to swim and stay afloat |
| 28 |
Dry house, wet clothes |
| 29 |
Loose change, bank notes |
| 30 |
Weary-eyed, dry throat |
| 31 |
Call girl, no phone |
| 32 |
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| 33 |
And they say |
| 34 |
She's in the Class A Team |
| 35 |
Stuck in her daydream |
| 36 |
Been this way since eighteen |
| 37 |
But lately her face seems |
| 38 |
Slowly sinking, wasting |
| 39 |
Crumbling like pastries |
| 40 |
And they scream |
| 41 |
The worst things in life come free to us |
| 42 |
'Cause we're just under the upper hand |
| 43 |
And go mad for a couple grams |
| 44 |
And she don't want to go outside tonight |
| 45 |
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland |
| 46 |
Or sells love to another man |
| 47 |
It's too cold outside |
| 48 |
For angels to fly |
| 49 |
An angel will die |
| 50 |
Covered in white |
| 51 |
Closed eye |
| 52 |
And hoping for a better life |
| 53 |
This time, we'll fade out tonight |
| 54 |
Straight down the line |
| 55 |
|
| 56 |
And they say |
| 57 |
She's in the Class A Team |
| 58 |
Stuck in her daydream |
| 59 |
Been this way since eighteen |
| 60 |
But lately her face seems |
| 61 |
Slowly sinking, wasting |
| 62 |
Crumbling like pastries |
| 63 |
They scream |
| 64 |
The worst things in life come free to us |
| 65 |
And we're all under the upper hand |
| 66 |
Go mad for a couple grams |
| 67 |
And we don't want to go outside tonight |
| 68 |
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland |
| 69 |
Or sell love to another man |
| 70 |
It's too cold outside |
| 71 |
For angels to fly |
| 72 |
Angels to fly |
| 73 |
To fly, fly |
| 74 |
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly |
| 75 |
For angels to die |
