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" 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
          	'Cause we're just under the upper hand
          	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
          	For angels to fly
          	Angels to fly"