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