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Tuesday, 22 March 2011

But through a pipe, she flies to the motherland. Or sells love to another man.. [8]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UAWcs5H-qgQ

This song makes me so, so sad. But the video just shows that this is actually many people's reality!

"If you want to see the change, you've got to be the change." -Ghandi

Just thought I'd copy and paste the lyrics because I can! :)



So yeah, this is actually a prayer request for all those who are forced to do dreadful things in order to stay alive. And if you say you will pray, you really do have to - This bandwagon you're jumping on wont drive itself!


White lips, pale face 
Breathing in snowflakes 
Burnt lungs, sour taste 
Light's gone, day's end 
Struggling to pay rent 
Long nights, strange men 

And they say 
She's in the Class A Team 
Stuck in her daydream 
Been this way since 18 
But lately her face seems 
Slowly sinking, wasting 
Crumbling like pastries 
And they scream 
The worst things in life come free to us 
Cos we're just under the upperhand 
And go mad for a couple of 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 

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 18 
But lately her face seems 
Slowly sinking, wasting 
Crumbling like pastries

And they scream 

The worst things in life come free to us 
Cos we're just under the upperhand 
And go mad for a couple of 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 
An angel will die 
Covered in white 
Closed eye 
And hoping for a better life 
This time, we'll fade out tonight 
Straight down the line 

And they say 
She's in the Class A Team 
Stuck in her daydream 
Been this way since 18 
But lately her face seems 
Slowly sinking, wasting 
Crumbling like pastries 
They scream 
The worst things in life come free to us 
And we're all under the upperhand 
Go mad for a couple of 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 
For angels to fly 
Angels to fly 
To fly, fly 
Or angels to die

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