Capo 2.

G:      320003
Cadd9:  030013
C:      032013
D/F#:   2X0232
Dadd9:  200233
Am7:    002213
Em:     022000
D#:     054035
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White lips, pa

le face
           
Breathing in s

#  
nowflakes
         
Burnt lungs, s

   
our taste.

Light's gone, 

day's end
            
Struggling to 

  
pay rent
         
Long nights, s

     
trange men.


           
And they say s

              
he's in the Cl

  
ass A Team
             
Stuck in her d

aydream.
              
Been this way 

   
since eighteen

, but lately
           
Her face seems

              
 slowly sinkin

   
g, wasting,
              
Crumbling like


 pastries and 

they scream
          
The worst thin


gs in life com

e free to us.


            
Cos we're just

          
 under the upp

erhand,
      
And go mad for

 a couple gram

s,
            
And she don't 

          
want to go out

side tonight.
            
And in a pipe 

              
she flies to t

  
he 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 afloa

t,
         
Dry house, wet

 
 clothes.

Loose change, 

bank notes,
            
Weary eyed, dr

  
y throat,
         
Call girl, no 


phone.


           
And they say s

              
he's in the Cl

  
ass A Team
             
Stuck in her d

aydream.
              
Been this way 

   
since eighteen

, but lately
           
Her face seems

              
 slowly sinkin

   
g, wasting,
              
Crumbling like


 pastries and 

they scream
          
The worst thin


gs in life com

e free to us.


            
Cos we're just

          
 under the upp

erhand,

And go mad for

 a couple gram

s,
            
And she don't 

          
want to go out

side tonight.
            
And in a pipe 

              
she flies to t

  
he Motherland,

Or sells love 

to another man

.
           
It's too cold 

  
outside
              
For angels to 

  
fly
              
An angel will 

             
die, covered i

  
n white
          
Closed eye and


 hoping for a 

better life
           
This time, we’

             
ll fade out to

              
night, straigh

        (   
t down the lin

      
e.


           
And they say s

              
he's in the Cl

  
ass A Team
             
Stuck in her d

aydream.
              
Been this way 

   
since eighteen

, but lately
           
Her face seems

              
 slowly sinkin

   
g, wasting,
              
Crumbling like


 pastries and 

they scream
          
The worst thin


gs in life com

e free to us.


            
And we're all 

          
under the uppe

rhand,

Go mad for a c

ouple grams,
            
And we don't w

         
ant to go outs

ide tonight.
            
And in the pip

              
e, fly to the 

 
motherland

Or sell love t

o another man.
           
It's too cold 

  
outside
              
For angels to 

           
fly
            
Angels to fly.

          


      
To fly, fly.
            
Angels to fly,

           
 to fly, to fl


y
         
Angels to die.