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± Темп (BPM): ♩ = 85 ударов в минуту
Intro: G# | G# | G# | G# Ebadd11 Fm7 | Fm7 C#add9 | G# | G# G# White lips, pale face, Eb Fm7 Breathing in snowflakes, C#add9 G# Burnt lungs, sour taste. G# Light’s gone, day’s end, Eb Fm7 Struggling to pay rent, C#add9 G# Long nights, strange men. Bbm7 And they say C# She’s in the Class A Team, G# Stuck in her daydream, Eb Been this way since eighteen Bbm7 But lately her face seems C# Slowly sinking, wasting, G# Crumbling like pastries And they scream, Eb The worst things in life come free to us, Chorus: Fm C# ’Cause we’re just under the upperhand, G# And go mad for a couple grams Fm C# G# And she don’t want to go outside tonight, Fm C# And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland, G# Or sells love to another man, Fm C# G# It’s too cold outside Ebadd11 Fm7 C#6 For angels to fly, G# Fm7 C#6 G# 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 eighteen But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting, Crumbling like pastries And they scream, The worst things in life come free to us, Chorus: ’Cause we’re just under the upperhand, And go mad for a couple 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 Ebadd11 Bbm7 For angels to fly, C#add9 An angel will die, Fm7 Covered in white, Closed eye, G# And hoping for a better life. Bbm7 C#add9 This time, we’ll fade out tonight, G# Straight down the line. Instrumental: G# | G# | G# | G# Eb Fm7 | Fm7 C#add9 | G# | G# And they say She’s in the Class A Team, Stuck in her daydream, Been this way since eighteen But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting, Crumbling like pastries They scream, The worst things in life come free to us. Chorus: And we’re all under the upperhand, Go mad for a couple 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 Ebadd11 Fm7 C#maj G#maj For angels to fly, G# Fm7 C#maj G#maj Angels to fly. G# Fm7 C#maj To fly, G#maj To fly, G# Fm7 C#maj G#maj For angels to fly, to fly, to fly, G# Angels to die.