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Intro: D | D | D | D Aadd11 Bm7 | Bm7 Gadd9 | D | D D White lips, pale face, A Bm7 Breathing in snowflakes, Gadd9 D Burnt lungs, sour taste. D Light’s gone, day’s end, A Bm7 Struggling to pay rent, Gadd9 D Long nights, strange men. Em7 And they say G She’s in the Class A Team, D Stuck in her daydream, A Been this way since eighteen Em7 But lately her face seems G Slowly sinking, wasting, D Crumbling like pastries And they scream, A The worst things in life come free to us, Chorus: Bm G ’Cause we’re just under the upperhand, D And go mad for a couple grams Bm G D And she don’t want to go outside tonight, Bm G And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland, D Or sells love to another man, Bm G D It’s too cold outside Aadd11 Bm7 G6 For angels to fly, D Bm7 G6 D 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, Chorus: ’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 Aadd11 Em7 For angels to fly, Gadd9 An angel will die, Bm7 Covered in white, Closed eye, D And hoping for a better life. Em7 Gadd9 This time, we’ll fade out tonight, D Straight down the line. Instrumental: D | D | D | D A Bm7 | Bm7 Gadd9 | D | D 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. Chorus: 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 Aadd11 Bm7 Gmaj Dmaj For angels to fly, D Bm7 Gmaj Dmaj Angels to fly. D Bm7 Gmaj To fly, Dmaj To fly, D Bm7 Gmaj Dmaj For angels to fly, to fly, to fly, D Angels to die.
Published 03.08.11