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White lips, pale face,

E/G

Fm7

Breathing in snowflakes,

Burnt lungs, sour taste.

Light’s gone, day’s end,

E/G

Fm7

Struggling to pay rent,

Long nights, strange men.

   And they say

   She’s in the Class A Team,

   Stuck in her daydream,

   Been this way since eighteen

   But lately her face seems

   Slowly sinking, wasting,

   Crumbling like pastries

   And they scream,

   The worst things in life come free to us,

Fm

D

     ’Cause we’re just under the upperhand,

     And go mad for a couple grams

Fm

D

A

     And she don’t want to go outside tonight,

Fm

D

     And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,

     Or sells love to another man,

Fm

D

A

     It’s too cold outside

Eadd11

Fm9

D6add9

     For angels to fly,

A

Fm9

D6add9

A

     Angels to fly.

Ripped gloves, raincoat,

Tried to swim and stay afloat

Dry house, wet clothes.

Loose change, bank notes,

Weary-eyed, dry throat,

Call girl, no phone.

   And they say

   She’s in the Class A Team,

   Stuck in her daydream,

   Been this way since eighteen

   But lately her face seems

   Slowly sinking, wasting,

   Crumbling like pastries

   And they scream,

   The worst things in life come free to us,

     ’Cause we’re just under the upperhand,

     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,

     Or sells love to another man,

     It’s too cold outside

     For angels to fly,

     An angel will die,

Fm7

     Covered in white,

     Closed eye,

     And hoping for a better life.

This time, we’ll fade out tonight,

Straight down the line.

   And they say

   She’s in the Class A Team,

   Stuck in her daydream,

   Been this way since eighteen

   But lately her face seems

   Slowly sinking, wasting,

   Crumbling like pastries

   They scream,

   The worst things in life come free to us.

     And we’re all under the upperhand,

     Go mad for a couple grams

     And we don’t want to go outside tonight,

     And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland,

     Or sell love to another man,

     It’s too cold outside

Eadd11

Fm9

Dmaj

Amaj

     For angels to fly,

A

Fm9

Dmaj

Amaj

     Angels to fly.

A

Fm9

Dmaj

     To fly,

     To fly,

A

Fm9

Dmaj

Amaj

     For angels to fly, to fly, to fly,

     Angels to die.