Capo 2, but his guitar is a tenor or whatever so might sounds a bit different, 
doesn't particularly matter whether you have the exact same key though, the chords 
are all good. Love this tune, hope this guy makes it big, he's got some talent!

G (320003@1) C1  G (320003@1) C1  G (320003@1) C1   G (320003@1) G/F# (320002@1)name="chord_320003@1">G                                 G/f#      EmWhite (022000@1)lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakes
      C2 (x32030@1)           G (320003@1)      C1
Burnt lungs, sour taste
G (320003@1)                                    G/f# EmLight's (022000@1)gone, day's end, struggling to pay rent
           C2 (x32030@1)      GLong (320003@1)nights, strange men

Am7 (x02010@1)                            C3 (03xxxx@1)                 G'
And they say she's in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream
                    D/F# (200232@1)             Am7 (x02010@1)                        C3Been (03xxxx@1)this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
               G'                            D/F#Crumbling (200232@1)like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us
          Em (022000@1)        C2 (x32030@1)       G (320003@1)                     
Cos we're all under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of grams
Em (022000@1)                 C2 (x32030@1)      GAnd (320003@1)she don't want to go outside tonight
          Em (022000@1)               C2 (x32030@1)        G (320003@1)And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland, or sells love to another man
Em (022000@1)     C2 (x32030@1)     G (320003@1)     D/F# (200232@1)    Em (022000@1)C2 (x32030@1)G (320003@1)         
It's too cold outside for angels to fly,          
              Em (022000@1) C2 (x32030@1) G (320003@1)  G/f#
for 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 all 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

Am7 (x02010@1)         C3 (03xxxx@1)            Em (022000@1)An angel will die, covered in white
       G/f#    GClosed (320003@1)eye and hoping for a better life
Am7 (x02010@1)                    C3-slide-D (03xxxx@1)                  Em (022000@1) C3 (03xxxx@1) G'  D/F#This (200232@1)time, we'll fade out tonight, straight down the line

Em (022000@1) C3 (03xxxx@1)G'  D/F#Straight (200232@1)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, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us
Cos we're all 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
                          D/F# (200232@1)It's too cold outside for angels to fly, angels to fly
To fly, fly
   D/F# (200232@1)    G (320003@1)         
Or angels to die

Chords
G: 300033      C1: 002033     G/f#: 200033      C2: x32033     C3: x32013   
G': 320003     D/F#: 200230       D: x54035

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