I am not so secretly in love with Lana Del Rey. She makes love sound so depressing and I love her for it.
"Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burnIt was like, James Dean, for sureYou're so fresh to death & sick as cancerYou were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hopBut you fit me better than my favourite sweater and I knowThat love is mean, and love hurtsBut I still remember that day we met in December"
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