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Maudy Ayunda sebagai inspirasi dalam karya seni drawing kertas sisa
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White lips, pale faceBreathing in snowflakesBurnt lungs, sour tasteLight's gone, day's endStruggling to pay rentLong nights, strange men
And they sayShe's in the Class A TeamStuck in her daydreamBeen this way since 18But lately her face seemsSlowly sinking, wastingCrumbling like pastriesAnd they screamThe worst things in life come free to usCos we're just under the upperhandGo mad for a couple gramsAnd she don't want to go outside tonightAnd in a pipe she flies to the MotherlandOr sells love to another manIt's too cold outsideFor angels to flyAngels to fly
Ripped gloves, raincoatTried to swim, stay afloatDry house, wet clothesLoose change, bank notesWeary-eyed, dry throatCall girl, no phone
And they sayShe's in the Class A TeamStuck in her daydreamBeen this way since 18But lately her face seemsSlowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastriesAnd they screamThe worst things in life come free to usCos we're just under the upperhandAnd go mad for a couple gramsAnd she don't want to go outside tonightAnd in a pipe she flies to the MotherlandOr sells love to another manIt's too cold outsideFor angels to flyAn angel will dieCovered in whiteClosed eyeAnd hoping for a better lifeThis time, we'll fade out tonightStraight down the line
And they sayShe's in the Class A TeamStuck in her daydreamBeen this way since 18But lately her face seemsSlowly sinking, wastingCrumbling like pastries
They screamThe worst things in life come free to usAnd we're all under the upperhandAnd go mad for a couple gramsAnd we don't want to go outside tonightAnd in a pipe we fly to the MotherlandOr sell love to another manIt's too cold outsideFor angels to flyAngels to flyTo fly, flyAngels to fly,To fly, to flyFor angels to die
And they sayShe's in the Class A TeamStuck in her daydreamBeen this way since 18But lately her face seemsSlowly sinking, wastingCrumbling like pastriesAnd they screamThe worst things in life come free to usCos we're just under the upperhandGo mad for a couple gramsAnd she don't want to go outside tonightAnd in a pipe she flies to the MotherlandOr sells love to another manIt's too cold outsideFor angels to flyAngels to fly
Ripped gloves, raincoatTried to swim, stay afloatDry house, wet clothesLoose change, bank notesWeary-eyed, dry throatCall girl, no phone
And they sayShe's in the Class A TeamStuck in her daydreamBeen this way since 18But lately her face seemsSlowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastriesAnd they screamThe worst things in life come free to usCos we're just under the upperhandAnd go mad for a couple gramsAnd she don't want to go outside tonightAnd in a pipe she flies to the MotherlandOr sells love to another manIt's too cold outsideFor angels to flyAn angel will dieCovered in whiteClosed eyeAnd hoping for a better lifeThis time, we'll fade out tonightStraight down the line
And they sayShe's in the Class A TeamStuck in her daydreamBeen this way since 18But lately her face seemsSlowly sinking, wastingCrumbling like pastries
They screamThe worst things in life come free to usAnd we're all under the upperhandAnd go mad for a couple gramsAnd we don't want to go outside tonightAnd in a pipe we fly to the MotherlandOr sell love to another manIt's too cold outsideFor angels to flyAngels to flyTo fly, flyAngels to fly,To fly, to flyFor angels to die
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