White lips, pale face
Breathing in the snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
A light's gone, a 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 seem
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cuz we're just
Under the upper hand
Going mad for a couple of grams
And she don't wanna go outside, tonight
In her 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 glove, a raincoat
Tried to swim, to stay afloat
A dry house, wet clothes
A loose change, bank notes
A weary-eye, and a dry throat
A 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
Cuz we're just
Under the upper hand
Going mad for a couple grams
She don't wanna go outside, tonight
And in her 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
Covered in white
Closed eyes
I'm hoping for a better life
And 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 comes free to us
Cuz we're just
Under the upper hand
Going mad for a couple grams
She don't wanna go outside, tonight
In her pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells 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
Angels to die

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