Standard (EADGBE)

.Brahms

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White lips, pale face

 Breathing in snowflakes

 Burnt lungs, sour taste

Light's gone, day's end

 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 18

 But lately her face seems

 Slowly sinking, wasting

 Crumbling like pastries

And they scream

 The worst things in life come free to us

 Cos we're just under the upperhand

 And go mad for a couple of 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

 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 18

 But lately her face seems

 Slowly sinking, wasting

 Crumbling like pastries

And they scream

 The worst things in life come free to us

 Cos we're just under the upperhand

 And go mad for a couple of 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

 Angels to fly

Oooooooooooooooooh (2x)

 And they say

 She's in the Class A Team

 Stuck in her daydream

 Been this way since 18

 But lately her face seems

 Slowly sinking, wasting

 Crumbling like pastries

And they scream

 The worst things in life come free to us

 Cos we're just under the upperhand

 And go mad for a couple of 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

 For angels to fly

 To flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

 For angels to die

Enjoy!

.Brahms