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