Lana Del Rey | Born To Die (Deluxe) | lyrics
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Complete, First published Jul 12, 2019
the official lyrics for the deluxe version of her debut studio album "Born To Die". - 2012 

+ official analysis from the artist & my own interpretation of the lyrics.

[all rights reserved to Lana Del Rey. I do not own this material.]


iTunes Review:
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Wreathed in internet-melting mystery and B-movie drama, the former Lizzy Grant's mainstream debut journeys to the dark heart of the American dream. However, for all the layers of carefully cultivated artifice (the hardboiled Lolita narrative of 'Off To The Races', say) there's nothing false about both Del Rey's bewitching baritone and indisputable songcraft. Then there's 'Video Games': a stately, slow-motion bomb blast of matchless melancholy that still has the power to stop you in your tracks.
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My Girl

64 parts Complete Mature

Cal Jackson's new life as a rockstar fails to account for one thing: the existence of the girl he loves. ***** "What are you thinking about?" she asks. "A song," I say. "A new song." I stare at the ocean as I sing the song that I wrote, something that comes from the darkest place of my heart. "Do you even know how gifted you are?" she whispers. "You're destined to be someone big, Cal." "Really?" "Yeah." ***** She's perfect in every way. Beautiful. Smart. Her bright future is right there in front of her eyes. While here I am. Ruined. No college, let alone a future. Just an image of a wannabe rockstar with tattoed arms and an old guitar. I knew that our story would be no less than that tragic Romeo and Juliet shit the moment I laid my eyes on her, but still, I can't resist her. The moment she whispers my name, "Cal," I lose all sanity. She becomes my melody, my lyrics, the song that keeps echoing in my ears. People call her Mia. I call her my Amy, her name crafted above my beating heart, tattoed on my skin. Amelia Davis is my girl. Mine. And only mine. © 2021 Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content and explicit language)