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White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Lights'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 were just under the upper hand
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 were just under the upper hand
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
An angel will die
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 18
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 of 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
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly, fly
Angels to fly
To fly, to fly
Or angels to die
Vertaling
Witte lippen, bleke gezicht
Het inademen van sneeuwvlokken
Burnt longen, zure smaak
Lights is weg, dag end
Worstelen om huur te betalen
Lange nachten, vreemde mannen
En ze zeggen
Ze is in de klasse A-team
Stuck in haar dromen
Zo geweest sinds 18
Maar de laatste tijd haar gezicht lijkt
Langzaam zinkende, verspillen
Afbrokkelen, zoals gebak
En ze schreeuwen
De ergste dingen in het leven komen met ons
Cos werd net onder de overhand
En gek voor een paar gram
En ze willen niet naar buiten te gaan vanavond
En in een pijp vliegt ze naar het moederland
Of verkoopt liefde aan een andere man
Het is veel te koud buiten
Voor de engelen om te vliegen
Angels om te vliegen
Ripped handschoenen, regenjas
Probeerde te zwemmen en boven water te blijven
Droog huis, natte kleren
Loose Change, bankbiljetten
Vermoeide ogen, droge keel
Callgirl, geen telefoon
En ze zeggen
Ze is in de klasse A-team