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