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