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LANA DEL REY’S NORMAN FUCKING ROCKWELL! (2019) ALBUM PROMPTS

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he moves mountains and pounds them to ground again.

don’t ask if i’m happy, you know that i’m not.

if he’s as bad as they say, then i guess i’m cursed.

the tension, it’s getting hotter.

you said to a friend that you wish you were doing better.

i miss dancing with you the most of all.

there’s no more to say about that.

i lose myself in the music, baby.

so i moved to california‚ but it’s just a state of mind.

they mistook my kindness for weakness.

you don’t ever have to act cooler than you think you should.

happiness is a butterfly.

he was cool as heck.

i love the little games that we play.

you make me mad.

do you want me or do you not?

you try to push me out, but i just find my way back in.

i’m always going to be right here.

you’re brighter than the brightest stars.

baby, remember, i’m not drinking wine.

it’s just me and you.

i wanted to reach out, but i never said a thing.

i’ll catch you on the flip side.

they write that i’m happy, they know that i’m not.

you act like a kid even though you stand six foot two.

so, what am i gonna be doin’ for a while?

i’d like to hold her head underwater.

i’m already hurt.

there’s a new revolution, a loud evolution that i saw.

all of the guys tell me lies, but you don’t.

if you come back to america, just hit me up.

and if i wasn’t so fucked up, i think i’d fuck you all the time.

i watched the guys getting high as they fight.

maybe i’d get less stressed if i was tested less like all of these debutantes.

but i love that man like nobody can.

i’m taking off my bathing suit.

i’m a fuckin’ mess.

we’ve come to tell you that she’s evil, most definitely.

i want shit to feel just like it used to.

the waves came in over my head.

whatever’s on tonight‚ i just wanna party with you.

no one’s going anywhere.

this is how to disappear.

touch me with your fingertips.

if you hold me without hurting me, you’ll be the first who ever did.

i see you for who you really are.

it’ll buy me a year if i play my cards right.

i’m your baby.

i’m your man.

you talk to the walls when the party gets bored of you.

i bought me a truck in the middle of the night.

there’s things i wanna say to you, but i’ll just let you live.

are you ready for it?

hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have.

you took my sadness out of context.

you’re fun and you’re wild.

i don’t get bored, i just see it through.

i want you.

take a deep breath.

i’ll throw a party all night long.

we didn’t know that we had it all.

you found this, you need this.

we lost track of time.

maybe i could save you from your sins.

fuck it, i love you.

haven’t seen you ‘round here lately.

nothing gold can stay.

make me into something sweet.

but sometimes, girls just want to have fun.

she couldn’t care less, and i never cared more.

you don’t know the half of the shit that you put me through.

you know that i’d just die to make you proud.

is it safe to just be who we are?

don’t be a jerk, don’t call me a taxi.

but one day i woke up like “maybe i’ll do it differently”.

and you know everyone adores you.

can’t a girl just do the best she can?

at best, i can say i’m not sad.

now it’s been years since i left new york.

if he’s a serial killer, then what’s the worst that can happen to a girl who’s already hurt?

your poetry’s bad and you blame the news.

it’s just what you do.

i believe that you see me for who i am.

don’t look too far, right where you are, that’s where i am.

i’ve got monsters still under my bed that i could never fight off.

dream a little dream of me.

touch me anywhere, ’cause i’m your baby.

you’re beautiful and i’m insane.

you fucked me so good that i almost said “i love you”.

i shouldn’t have done it.

hold me all night.

touch me, honey…

i love him on my lips.

we’ll hit up all the old places.

why wait for the best when i could have you?

i read it in your letter.

maybe the way that i’m living is killing me.

i like to light up the stage with a song.

even in the dark, i feel your resistance.

nobody warns you before the fall.

i think he’s already hurt.

we were so obsessed with writing the next best american record.

the poetry inside of me is warm like a gun.

i just wanna dance with you

you’re just a man.

i’ve been tearing up town in my fucking white gown like a goddamn near sociopath.

if you weren’t mine, i’d be jealous of your love.

it was just that good.

you blew my mind.

you’re scared to win, scared to lose.

wish that you would hold me or just say that you were mine.

it turns out everywhere you go‚ you take yourself.

i fucked up, i know that, but jesus…

we gave all we had ’til the time we got to bed.

we make it work.

it’s you‚ all the roads lead to you.

i know he’s in over his head.

we’re getting high now because we’re older.

i’m facing the greatest loss of them all.

you make me feel like there’s something that i never knew i wanted.

i heard one thing, now i’m hearing another.

he was '70s in spirit‚ '90s in his frame of mind.

you don’t ever have to go faster than your fastest pace.

i’m just tryna keep my love alive.

i wanted to call you, but i didn’t say a thing.

i miss you, babe.

i guess i’m signing off after all.

what you been up to, my baby?

i guess that i’m burned out after all.

don’t leave‚ i just need a wake-up call.

i like to see everything in neon.

you should come, come over.

just take my hand.

we’ll have a party, we’ll dance 'til dawn.

you heard my baby’s back in town now.

it’s killing me slowly.

i love her so bad, but she treats me like shit.

i can’t change your mood.

i would like to think that you would stick around.

hope is a dangerous thing for a woman with my past.

i ain’t no candle in the wind.

i was one thing, now i’m being another.

we’ll do whatever you want, travel wherever how far.

you don’t ever have to be stronger than you really are.

there’s things i wanna talk about.

turn this into something sweet.

#yeah ronnie would listen to lana.... and arctic monkeys but that's besides the point

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