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 White  pale face
 Breathing in snowflakes
 Burnt lungs,  taste
 Light's gone, day's 
  to pay rent
 Long  strange men
 
 And they say
 She's  the Class A Team
  in her daydream
 Been this way since 
 But lately her  seems
 Slowly sinking, wasting
 Crumbling like pastries
 
 And they scream
 The worst things in life come  to us
 Cos we're just under the 
 And go mad  a couple of grams
 And she don't want to  outside tonight
 And in a pipe she flies to the 
 Or sells love to another 
 It's too  outside
  angels to fly
 Angels to die
 
 Ripped gloves, raincoat
 Tried  swim and stay afloat
 Dry  wet clothes
 Loose  bank notes
 Weary-eyed, dry throat
 Call girl,  phone
 
 And they say
 She's in the Class A 
 Stuck in  daydream
  this way since 18
 But lately her  seems
 Slowly sinking, wasting
 Crumbling like pastries
 
 And they scream
 The worst things in life come free to 
 Cos we're just  the upperhand
 And go mad for  couple of grams
 But she don't want  go outside tonight
 And in a pipe  flies to the Motherland
 Or sells love to  man
  too cold outside
 For angels to 
 Angels to fly
 An angel will 
 Covered in white
 Closed eye
 And hoping for a  life
 This time, we'll fade  tonight
  down the line
 
 And they say
  in the Class A Team
 Stuck  her daydream
 Been this way since 
 But lately her face 
 Slowly sinking, wasting
 Crumbling like pastries
 They scream
 The  things in life come free to us
 And we're all under the 
 Go mad  a couple of grams
 And we don't want to  outside tonight
 And in a pipe we fly to  Motherland
 Or sell love to  man
 It's too cold
 For  to fly
 Angels to fly
 To fly, fly
 Angels to fly, to  to fly
 Angels to die