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 White lips,  face
 Breathing in snowflakes
 Burnt lungs, sour 
 Light's  day's end
 Struggling to pay 
 Long nights,  men
 
 And they say
 She's in the  A Team
 Stuck in her 
 Been this way since 
 But  her face seems
 Slowly sinking, wasting
 Crumbling like pastries
 
 And they scream
 The  things in life come free to us
 Cos we're just under the 
 And go mad for a couple of 
 And she don't want to go  tonight
 And in a  she flies to the Motherland
 Or  love to another man
 It's  cold outside
  angels to fly
 Angels to die
 
 Ripped gloves, raincoat
  to swim and stay afloat
 Dry house,  clothes
 Loose change,  notes
 Weary-eyed, dry throat
  girl, no phone
 
 And they say
 She's  the Class A Team
 Stuck  her daydream
 Been this way  18
 But lately her  seems
 Slowly sinking, wasting
 Crumbling like pastries
 
 And they scream
 The worst things in life  free to us
  we're just under the upperhand
 And go mad for  couple of grams
 But she don't  to go outside tonight
 And in a pipe she flies to  Motherland
  sells love to another man
  too cold outside
 For angels to 
 Angels to fly
  angel will die
 Covered in white
 Closed eye
  hoping for a better life
 This time, we'll fade out 
  down the line
 
 And they say
 She's  the Class A Team
  in her daydream
 Been this way since 
 But lately  face seems
 Slowly sinking, wasting
 Crumbling like pastries
 They scream
  worst things in life come free to us
 And we're  under the upperhand
  mad for a couple of grams
 And we  want to go outside tonight
 And in a pipe we fly  the Motherland
 Or sell love  another man
 It's too cold
 For angels  fly
 Angels to fly
 To fly, fly
 Angels to fly, to fly, to 
 Angels to die