„And they sayShe’s in the Class A Team.Stuck in her daydream,Been this way since 18.But lately her face seemsSlowly sinking, wasting,Crumbling like pastries.And they screamThe worst things in life come free to us.Cos we’re just under the upperhandAnd go mad for a couple of grams.And she don’t want to go outside tonight.And in a pipe she flies to the MotherlandOr sells love to another man.It’s too cold outsideFor angels to fly;Angels to fly.“

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