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Lana Del Rey lyrics that remind me of Alan Rickman, a thread:
But you still can find me
If you ask nicely
Underneath the pines
With the daisies
Feeling hazy
In the ballroom of my mind
Across the county line
If you ask nicely
Underneath the pines
With the daisies
Feeling hazy
In the ballroom of my mind
Across the county line
You smile all the time,
‘Cause how can you not show it,
When even you know that you’re so,
To die for, to die for?
‘Cause how can you not show it,
When even you know that you’re so,
To die for, to die for?
He& #39;s rich and I& #39;m kissin& #39; him, magical musician
How we drivin& #39; through the cinema, taste like sugar cinnamon
Hey baby
Come take me
I& #39;ll go anywhere with you
How we drivin& #39; through the cinema, taste like sugar cinnamon
Hey baby
Come take me
I& #39;ll go anywhere with you
Mon amour, sweet child of mine,
You& #39;re divine.
Didn& #39;t anyone ever tell you
It& #39;s okay to shine?
You& #39;re divine.
Didn& #39;t anyone ever tell you
It& #39;s okay to shine?
You paced around like you& #39;d been waiting
Waiting for something
Your world was burning and I stood watching
As I looked on the flames grew high you watched me frown
I said "goodbye"
Waiting for something
Your world was burning and I stood watching
As I looked on the flames grew high you watched me frown
I said "goodbye"
Blue jeans, white shirt walked into the room
you know you made my eyes burn
It was like James Dean, for sure
you’re so fresh to death & sick as ca-cancer
you know you made my eyes burn
It was like James Dean, for sure
you’re so fresh to death & sick as ca-cancer
My clothes still smell like you
And all the photographs say that you& #39;re still young
I pretend I& #39;m not hurt and go about the world like I& #39;m having fun
And all the photographs say that you& #39;re still young
I pretend I& #39;m not hurt and go about the world like I& #39;m having fun
Can you make it feel like home, if I tell you you’re mine
It& #39;s like I told you honey
It& #39;s like I told you honey
I drive fast, radio blares, have to touch myself to pretend you& #39;re there
