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G G
White Lips, Pale Face
G Em
Breathing in snowflakes
C G
Burnt Lungs, Sour taste
G G
Lights gone, Days end
G Em
Struggling to pay rent
C G
Long nights strange men
Am C G
And they say she's in the class A-team, Stuck in her daydream,
D Am 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
Coz she's just under the upper hand, and goes mad for a couple grams,
Am C
she dont wanna go outside tonight.
Em C G
And in a pipe she flies to the motherland, And sells love to another man,
Em C D Em
Its too cold outside, For angels to fly
G G
Ripped gloves, raincoat,
G Em
tried to swim and stay afloat
C G
Dry house, wet clothes
G G
Loose change, bank notes,
G Em
weary-eyed, dry throat
G Em
Cool girl, no phone
Am C G
And they say she?s in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream
D Am 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 G D G C
It?s too cold outside for angels to fly, angels to fly
Am C Em
An angel will die, covered in white
G G
Closed eye and hoping for a better life
Em C G D
This time, we?ll fade out tonight, straight down the line
Em C G D
Straight down the line
Am C G
And they say she?s in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream
D Am 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 G D G C
It?s too cold outside for angels to fly, angels to fly
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It?s too cold outside for angels to fly, angels to fly
To fly, fly
D G
Or angels to die
Written by Ed Sheeran