#1
Capo 2

intro : G, Em, C, G,
G Em
White lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakes
C G
Burnt lungs, sour taste
G Em
Light’s gone, day’s end, struggling to pay rent
C G
Long nights, strange men

Am7 C G
And they say she’s in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream
D Am7 C
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
G D
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us
Em C G
Cos she's just under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of grams
Em C G
And she don’t want to go outside tonight
Em C G
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland, or sells love to another man
Em C G D Em C G
It’s too cold outside for angels to fly,
Em C G
for angels to fly

G Em
Ripped gloves, raincoat, tried to swim and stay afloat
C G
Dry house, wet clothes
G Em
Loose change, bank notes, weary-eyed, dry throat
C G
Call girl, no phone

Am7 C G
And they say she’s in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream
D Am7 C
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
G D
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us
Em C G
Cos she's just under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of grams
Em C G
And she don’t want to go outside tonight
Em C G
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland, or sells love to another man
Em C G D Em C G
It’s too cold outside for angels to fly,
Em C G
for angels to fly


Am7 C Em
An angel will die, covered in white
G
Closed eye and hoping for a better life

Em Am7 C
This time, we’ll fade out tonight, straight down the line

Em C G’ D
Straight down the line

Am7 C G
And they say she’s in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream
D Am7 C
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
G D
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us
Em C G
Cos she's just under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of grams
Em C G
And she don’t want to go outside tonight
Em C G
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland, or sells love to another man
D Em
It’s too cold outside for angels to fly, angels to fly
C G
To fly, fly
D G
Or angels to die
Last edited by lisakraaijeveld at Feb 5, 2012,
#2
...what
All I want is for everyone to go to hell...
...It's the last place I was seen before I lost myself



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