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Lana Del Rey - Ultraviolence Lyrics






Cruel World

Share my body and my mind with you,
That's all over now.
Did what I had to do,
'Cause it's so far past me now.

Share my body and my life with you,
That's way over now.
There's not more I can do,
You're so famous now.

Got your bible, got your gun,
And you like to party and have fun.
And I like my candy and your women,
I'm finally happy now that you're gone.

With my little red party dress on,
Everybody knows that I'm the best, I'm crazy.
Get a little bit of bourbon in ya,
Get a little bit suburban and go crazy.

'Cause you're young, you're wild, you're free,
You're dancin' circles around me,
You're f*ckin' crazy,
Oh, you're crazy for me.

I shared my body and my mind with you,
That's all over now,
I did what I had to do,
I found another anyhow.

Share my body and my mind with you,
That's all over now,
I did what I had to do,
I could see you leaving now.

I got your bible and your gun,
And you love to party and have fun.
And I love your women and all of your heroin,
And I'm so happy now that you're gone.

With my little red party dress on,
Everybody knows that I'm a mess, I'm crazy, yeah.
Get a little bit of bourbon in ya,
Go a little bit suburban and go crazy.

'Cause you're young, you're wild, you're free,
You're dancin' circles around me,
You're f*ckin' crazy,
Oh, you're crazy for me.

Got your bible and your gun,
You like your women and you like fun.
I like my candy and your heroin,
And I'm so happy, so happy now you're gone.

With my little red party dress on,
Everybody knows that I'm a mess, I'm crazy, yeah.
Get a little bit of bourbon in ya,
Get a little bit suburban and go crazy.

'Cause you're young, you're wild, you're free,
You're dancin' circles around me,
You're f*ckin' crazy,
Oh, you're crazy for me.

Oh, oh, you're crazy for me.
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Writer: ELIZABETH GRANT, BLAKE STRANATHAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
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Ultraviolence

He used to call me DN
That stood for deadly nightshade
Cause I was filled with poison
But blessed with beauty and rage
Jim told me that
He hit me and it felt like a kiss
Jim brought me back
Reminded me of when we were kids

This is ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
I can hear sirens, sirens
He hit me and it felt like a kiss
I can hear violins, violins
Give me all of that ultraviolence

He used to call me poison
Like I was poison ivy
I could have died right there
Cause he was right beside me
Jim raised me up
He hurt me but it felt like true love
Jim taught me that
Loving him was never enough

This is ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
I can hear sirens, sirens
He hit me and it felt like a kiss
I can hear violins, violins
Give me all of that ultraviolence

We can go back to New York
Loving you was really hard
We can go back 'til it's dark
Where they don't know who we are
Heaven is on earth
I will do anything for you, babe
Blessed is this, this union
Crying tears of gold, like lemonade

I love you the first time
I love you the last time
Yo soy la princesa, comprende mis white lines
Cause I'm your jazz singer
And you're my cult leader
I love you forever,
I love you forever

This is ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
I can hear sirens, sirens
He hit me and it felt like a kiss
I can hear violins, violins
Give me all of that ultraviolence
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Shades Of Cool

He used to call me DN
That stood for deadly nightshade
Cause I was filled with poison
But blessed with beauty and rage
Jim told me that
He hit me and it felt like a kiss
Jim brought me back
Reminded me of when we were kids

This is ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
I can hear sirens, sirens
He hit me and it felt like a kiss
I can hear violins, violins
Give me all of that ultraviolence

He used to call me poison
Like I was poison ivy
I could have died right there
Cause he was right beside me
Jim raised me up
He hurt me but it felt like true love
Jim taught me that
Loving him was never enough

This is ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
I can hear sirens, sirens
He hit me and it felt like a kiss
I can hear violins, violins
Give me all of that ultraviolence

We can go back to New York
Loving you was really hard
We can go back 'til it's dark
Where they don't know who we are
Heaven is on earth
I will do anything for you, babe
Blessed is this, this union
Crying tears of gold, like lemonade

I love you the first time
I love you the last time
Yo soy la princesa, comprende mis white lines
Cause I'm your jazz singer
And you're my cult leader
I love you forever,
I love you forever

This is ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
I can hear sirens, sirens
He hit me and it felt like a kiss
I can hear violins, violins
Give me all of that ultraviolence
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Writer: Elizabeth Grant, Rick Nowels
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Brooklyn Baby

They say I'm too young to love you
I don't know what I need
They think I don't understand
The freedom land of the seventies
I think I'm too cool to know ya
You say I'm like the ice I freeze
I'm churning out novels like
Beat poetry on Amphetamines
I say
I say

Well, my boyfriend's in the band
He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed
I've got feathers in my hair
I get down to Beat poetry
And my jazz collection's rare
I can play most anything
I'm a Brooklyn baby
I'm a Brooklyn baby

They say I'm too young to love you
They say I'm too dumb to see
They judge me like a picture book
By the colors, like they forgot to read
I think we're like fire and water
I think we're like the wind and sea
You're burning up, I'm cooling down
You're up, I'm down
You're blind, I see
But I'm free
I'm free

Well, my boyfriend's in the band
He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed
I've got feathers in my hair
I get down to Beat poetry
And my jazz collection's rare
I can play most anything
I'm a Brooklyn baby
I'm a Brooklyn baby

I'm talking about my generation
Talking about that newer nation
And if you don't like it
You can beat it
Beat it, baby
You never liked the way I said it
If you don't get it, then forget it
So I don't have to f*cking explain it

And my boyfriend's in the band
He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed
I've got feathers in my hair
I get high on hydroponic weed
And my jazz collection's rare
I get down to beat poetry
I'm a Brooklyn baby
I'm a Brooklyn baby

Yeah my boyfriend's pretty cool
But he's not as cool as me
Cause I'm a Brooklyn baby
I'm a Brooklyn baby
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Writer: Elizabeth Grant, Barrie-James ONeill
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
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West Coast

Down on the West Coast, they got a sayin'
"If you're not drinking, then you're not playin"
But you've got the music, you've got the music in you
Don't you,

Down on the West Coast, I get this feeling like
It all could happen, that's why I'm leaving you for the music,
You for the music it's true, It's true

I push it hard, you pull away, I'm feeling hotter than fire,
I'm feeling like there's no one else that brings me higher than higher,
Te deseo careno, boy it's you I desire,
Your love, your love, your love

I can see my baby swinging,
His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up,
On the balcony and I'm singing,
Ooh baby, Ooh baby, I'm in love
I can see my sweet boy swaying
hes crazy y cubano como yo l-love
On the balcony and I'm sayin'
move baby move baby I'm in love,
I'm in love, I'm in love
(I'm in love, I'm in love)

Down on the West Coast, they got their icons,
their silver starlets, their queens of Saigons,
but you've got the music, you've got the music in you, don't you,

You pull me close, I push away, I'm feeling hot to the touch,
You say you miss me and I wanna say I miss you so much,
But something keeps me really quiet, I'm alive I'm a lush,
Hold me close and you say, hush baby hush,

I can see my baby swinging,
His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up,
On the balcony and I'm singing,
Ooh baby, Ooh baby I'm in love,
I can see my sweet boy swaying,
he's crazy y cubano como yo l-love,
On the balcony and I'm saying,
move baby, move baby I'm in love,

I can see my baby singing,
His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up,
on the balcony and I'm singing,
Ooh baby, Ooh baby, I'm in love,
I can see my sweet boy swaying,
He's crazy y cubano como yo l-love,
On the balcony and I'm saying,
Move baby, move baby, I'm in love,

I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
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Writer: ELIZABETH GRANT, RICK NOWELS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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Sad Girl

Being a mistress on the side,
It might not appeal to fools like you.
We been around on the side,
Wanna be somethin' you would do.

But you haven't seen my man,
You haven't seen my man,
You haven't seen my man,
You haven't seen him.

He's got the fire and he walks with it,
He's got the fire and he talks with it.

His bonnie on the side, bonnie on the side,
Makes me a sad, sad girl.
His money on the side, money on the side,
Makes me a sad, sad girl.

I'm a sad girl, I'm a sad girl, I'm a sad girl.
I'm a sad girl, I'm a bad girl, I'm a bad girl.

Bein' a bad bitch on the side,
Might not appeal to fools like you.
We been around while he gets high,
It might not be somethin' you would do.

But you haven't seen my man,
You haven't seen my man,
You haven't seen my man,
You haven't seen him.

He's got the fire and he walks with it,
He's got the fire and he talks with it.

His bonnie on the side, bonnie on the side,
Makes me a sad, sad girl.
His money on the side, money on the side,
Makes me a sad, sad girl.

I'm a sad girl, I'm a sad girl, I'm a sad girl.
I'm a sad girl, I'm a bad girl, I'm a bad girl.

Watch what you say to me,
Careful who you're talkin' to.
Watch what you say to me,
Careful who you're talkin' to.

I'm on fire, baby, I'm on fire.

He's got the fire and he walks with it,
He's got the fire and he talks with it.

His bonnie on the side, bonnie on the side,
Makes me a sad, sad girl.
His money on the side, money on the side,
Makes me a sad, sad girl.

I'm a sad girl, I'm a sad girl, I'm a sad girl.
I'm a sad girl, I'm a bad girl, I'm a bad girl.
I'm a sad girl, I'm a sad girl, I'm a sad girl.
I'm a sad girl, I'm a mad girl, I'm a bad girl.
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Writer: Elizabeth Grant, Rick Nowels
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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Pretty When You Cry

All the pretty stars,
Shine for you, my love.
Am I that girl that you dream of?

All those little times,
You said that I'm your girl,
You make me feel like your whole world.

I'll wait for you, babe,
It's all I do, babe,
Don't come through, babe,
You never do.

'Cause I'm pretty when I cry.
I'm pretty when I cry.
I'm pretty when I cry.
I'm pretty when I cry.

All those special times,
I spent with you, my love,
It don't mean shit compared to all your drugs.

But I don't really mind;
I've got much more than that.
Like my memories, I don't need that.

I'll wait for you, babe,
Don't come though, babe,
You never do, babe,
That's just what you do.

'Cause I'm pretty when I cry.
I'm pretty when I cry.
I'm pretty when I cry.
I'm pretty when I cry.

Don't say you need me when,
You leave and you leave again.
I'm stronger than all my men,
Except for you.

Don't say you need me here,
You leave us, you're leaving,
And I can't do it, I can't do it,
But you do it well.

'Cause I'm pretty when I cry.
I'm pretty when I cry.
Pretty when I cry.
I'm pretty when I cry.

Pretty when I cry.
I'm pretty when I cry.
I'm pretty when I cry.
I'm pretty when I cry.
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Writer: ELIZABETH GRANT, BLAKE STRANATHAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
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Money Power Glory

He used to call me DN
That stood for deadly nightshade
Cause I was filled with poison
But blessed with beauty and rage
Jim told me that
He hit me and it felt like a kiss
Jim brought me back
Reminded me of when we were kids

This is ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
I can hear sirens, sirens
He hit me and it felt like a kiss
I can hear violins, violins
Give me all of that ultraviolence

He used to call me poison
Like I was poison ivy
I could have died right there
Cause he was right beside me
Jim raised me up
He hurt me but it felt like true love
Jim taught me that
Loving him was never enough

This is ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
I can hear sirens, sirens
He hit me and it felt like a kiss
I can hear violins, violins
Give me all of that ultraviolence

We can go back to New York
Loving you was really hard
We can go back 'til it's dark
Where they don't know who we are
Heaven is on earth
I will do anything for you, babe
Blessed is this, this union
Crying tears of gold, like lemonade

I love you the first time
I love you the last time
Yo soy la princesa, comprende mis white lines
Cause I'm your jazz singer
And you're my cult leader
I love you forever,
I love you forever

This is ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
I can hear sirens, sirens
He hit me and it felt like a kiss
I can hear violins, violins
Give me all of that ultraviolence
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Writer: Elizabeth Woolridge Grant, Gregory Allen Kurstin
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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F*cked My Way Up To The Top

Life is awesome, I confess
What I do, I do best.
You got nothing, I got tested
And I'm best, yes.

Lay me down tonight in my linen and curls
Let me down tonight, Riviera girls.

I f*cked my way up to the top,
This is my show.
I f*cked my way up to the top,
Go, baby, go.

Go, go, go, go, go,
This is my show.
Go, go, go, go, go,
This is my show.

I'm a dragon, you're a whore,
Don't even know what you're good for.
Mimickin' me's a f*ckin' bore,
To me, but babe.

Lay me down tonight in my diamonds and pearls
Tell me something like I'm your favourite girl.

I f*cked my way up to the top,
This is my show.
I f*cked my way up to the top,
Go, baby, go.

Go, go, go, go, go,
This is my show.
Go, go, go, go, go,
This is my show.

Need you, baby, like I breathe you, baby
Need you, baby, more, more, more, more.
Need you, baby, like I breathe you, baby
F*ckin' need you, baby, more, more, more, more.

Lay me down tonight in my linen and pearls,
Lay me down tonight, I'm your favourite girl.

I f*cked my way up to the top,
This is my show.
I f*cked my way up to the top,
Go, baby, go.

Go, go, go, go, go,
This is my show.
Go, go, go, go, go,
This is my show.

Need you, baby, like I breathe you, baby
Need you, baby, more, more, more, more.
Need you, baby, like I breathe you, baby
Need you, baby, like I breathe you, baby, ah.
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Writer: Daniel Law Heath, Elizabeth Grant
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Old Money

Blue hydrangea, cold cash, divine,
Cashmere, cologne and white sunshine.
Red racing cars, sunset in vine,
The kids were young and pretty.

Where have you been? Where did you go?
Those summer nights seem long ago,
And so is the girl you used to call,
The Queen of New York City.

But if you send for me you know I'll come,
And if you call for me you know I'll run.
I'll run to you, I'll run to you, I'll run, run, run.
I'll come to you, I'll come to you, I'll come, come, come.

The power of youth is on my mind,
Sunsets, small town, I'm out of time.
Will you still love me when I shine,
From words but not from beauty?

My father's love was always strong,
My mother's glamor lives on and on,
Yet still inside I felt alone,
For reasons unknown to me.

But if you send for me you know I'll come,
And if you call for me you know I'll run.
I'll run to you, I'll run to you, I'll run, run, run.
I'll come to you, I'll come to you, I'll come, come, come.

And if you call I'll run, run, run,
If you change your mind I'll come, come, come.

Blue hydrangea, cold cash, divine,
Cashmere, cologne and hot sunshine.
Red racing cars, sunset in Vine,
And we were young and pretty.
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Writer: Daniel Law Heath, Robbie Fitzsimmons, Elizabeth Grant, Nino Rota
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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The Other Woman

The other woman has time to manicure her nails
The other woman is perfect where her rival fails
And she's never seen with pin curls in her hair anywhere

The other woman enchants her clothes with French perfume
The other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room
There are never toys that's scattered everywhere

And when her old man comes to call
He finds her waiting like a lonesome queen
'Cause to be by her side it's such a change from old routine

But the other woman will always cry herself to sleep
The other woman will never have his love to keep
And as the years go by the other woman will spend her life alone, alone

Alone
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Writer: Jessie Mae Robinson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Black Beauty

I paint my nails black,
I dye my hair a darker shade of brown
'Cause you like your women Spanish, dark, strong and proud
I paint the sky black
You said if you could have your way
You'd make a night time all today
So it'd suit the mood of your soul

Oh, what can I do?
Nothing, my sparrow blue
Oh, what can I do?
Life is beautiful but you don't have a clue
Sun and ocean blue
Their magnificence, it don't make sense to you

Black beauty, oh oh oh
Black beauty, oh oh oh

I paint the house black
My wedding dress black leather too
You have no room for light
Love is lost on you
I keep my lips red
To seem like cherries in the spring
Darling, you can't let everything
Seem so dark blue

Oh, what can I do?
To turn you on or get through you
Oh, what can I do?
Life is beautiful but you don't have a clue
Sun and ocean blue
Their magnificence, it don't make sense to you

Black beauty, oh oh oh
Black beauty, oh oh oh

Black beauty, ah ah
Black beauty, ah ah
Black beauty, ah ah ah ah
Black beauty, baby
Black beauty, baby

Oh, what can I do?
Life is beautiful but you don't have a clue
Sun and ocean blue
Their magnificence, it don't make sense to you

Black beauty, oh oh oh
Black beauty, oh oh oh
Black beauty, oh oh oh
Black beauty, oh oh oh
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Writer: BARRY O'NEIL, ELIZABETH GRANT, RICK NOWELS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
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Guns And Roses

Mm, heavy metal love of mine,
I should've learned to let you stay.
You didn't want me all the time,
But you were worth it anyway.

'Cause you were so much better,
Than the rest of them,
Out of all the others,
You were the honest man.

He loved guns and roses,
Guns and roses,
He loved guns and roses,
He loved guns and roses,
Roses, roses.

Motorcycle love, divine,
I should've learned to let you play.
I wasn't the marryin' kind,
I should've done it anyway.

We should've left Las Vegas,
And then began again.
To kill thy king, Detroit,
Back to the promised land.

He loved guns and roses,
Guns and roses,
He loved guns and roses,
He loved guns and roses,
Roses, roses.

I can feel it comin' in the air tonight,
See you workin' on that blue Pacific,
I can see you bathing in the summer light,
Turnin' tan, and you left terrific

You got game, boy, game, boy
You got game, boy, game, boy
You got game, boy, game, boy
You got game

He loved guns and roses,
Guns and roses,
He loved guns and roses,
He loved guns and roses,
Roses, roses.

He loved guns and roses,
Guns and roses,
He loved guns and roses,
He loved guns and roses,
Roses, (roses), roses, (roses)

Roses, roses, roses.
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Writer: ELIZABETH GRANT, RICK NOWELS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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Florida Kilos

White lines, pretty baby, tattoos,
Don't know what they mean,
They're special, just for you.
White palms, baking powder on the stove,
Cookin' up a dream,
Turnin' diamonds into snow.

I feel you, pretty baby, feel me,
Turn it up hot, lovin' you is free.
I like it down, like it down way low,
But you already know that, you already know.

Come on down to Florida,
I got somethin' for ya.
We could see the kilos,
On the keys, baby, oh yeah.

Guns in the summertime,
Drink a cherry cola lime.
Prison isn't nothin' to me,
If you'll be by my side.

Yayo, yayo, yayo,
And all the dope FIENDS
Yayo, yayo, yayo.

Sun in my mouth and gold hoops,
You like your little baby,
Like you like your drinks cool.
White lines, pretty daddy gold skin,
You snort it like a champ,
Like the winter we're not in.

Come on down to Florida,
I got somethin' for ya.
We could see the kilos,
On the keys, baby, oh yeah.

Guns in the summertime,
Drink a cherry cola lime.
Prison isn't nothin' to me,
If you'll be by my side.

Yayo, yayo, yayo,
And all the dope FIENDS
Yayo, yayo, yayo.

We could get high in Miami,
Ooh, dance the night away.
People never die in Miami,
Ooh, that's what they all say.

(You believe me, don't you, baby?)

Come on down to Florida,
I got somethin' for ya.
We could see the kilos,
On the keys, baby, oh yeah.

Guns in the summertime,
Chica cherry cola lime.
Prison don't mean nothin' to me,
If you'll be by my side.

Yayo, yayo, yayo,
All the Floridians say,
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
All the Colombians say,
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
And all my girlfriends,
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
That's how I do it like.

Mm, oh, pretty baby,
White lines, pretty baby,
Gold teeth, pretty baby, yeah,
Dance the night away.
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Writer: Daniel Quine Auerbach, Elizabeth Grant, Harmony Korine
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Is This Happiness

High up in the Hollywood Hills taking violet pills
Writing all of my songs about my cheap thrills
You're a hard man to love and I'm
A hard woman to keep track of
You like to rage, don't do that
You want your way, you make me so mad
Got your gun, I've got my dad

Is this happiness?
Is this happiness?
Is this happiness?
Is this happiness?

High up in the Hollywood Hills crushing violet pills
You've been trying to write a novel about your cheap thrills
You think you're Hunter S. Thompson
I think you're f*cking crazy as the day's long
Man to man, heart to heart
I love you but you drive me so far
Wish you well on that star

Is this happiness?
Is this happiness?
Is this happiness?
Is this happiness?

Witch Hazel, Witch Hazel
Betrayal, betrayal
One gun on the table
Headshot if you're able

Is this happiness?
Is this happiness?
Is this happiness?
Is this happiness?
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Writer: Tim Larcombe, Elizabeth Grant, James Irvin
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Flipside

Are you gonna hurt me now?
Or are you gonna hurt me later?
Are you gonna go to town?
Maybe you should play it safer

You've got me all dressed up tonight
Springsteen on the radio
You've got me all freaked out tonight
Somethin' you're tellin' me, what I don't know

You don't wanna break me down
You don't wanna say goodbye and
You don't wanna turn around
You don't wanna make me cry but
You caught me once
Maybe on the flipside I could catch you again
You caught me once
Maybe on the flipside you could catch me again

Drinks on the patio
Are you gonna tell me now?
Are you gonna tell me later?
Cause if you think that I don't know
I'm gonna have to say you're crazy

I'm getting all dressed up tonight
Dressed up just to hear you, boy
I already know what you got in store
Why I go, baby, I don't know

You don't wanna break me down
You don't wanna say goodbye and
You don't wanna turn around
You don't wanna make me cry but
You caught me once
Maybe on the flipside I could catch you again
You caught me once
Maybe on the flipside you could catch me again

So you think you're in charge?
Do you?
Actin' like a big shot
I'm sure
So you think you're in charge?
Do you?
You're actin' like a big shot

You don't wanna break me down
You don't wanna say goodbye and
You don't wanna turn around
You don't wanna make me cry but
You caught me once
Maybe on the flipside I could catch you again
You caught me once
Maybe on the flipside you could catch me again
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Writer: Elizabeth Grant, Blake Stranathan
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Ultraviolence is the third studio album by American singer-songwriter Lana Del Rey, released on June 13, 2014, by Polydor and Interscope Records. Originally dismissing the possibility of releasing another record after her major-label debut Born to Die (2012), Del Rey began planning its follow-up in 2013. Production continued into 2014, at which time she heavily collaborated with Dan Auerbach to revamp what she initially considered to be the completed record.

The album saw additional contributions from producers such as Paul Epworth, Greg Kurstin, Daniel Heath, and Rick Nowels, and features a more guitar-based sound than Del Rey's previous releases.[a]

Ultraviolence received positive reviews, with reviewers praising the album's lyricism, cohesiveness, production and Del Rey's vocal performance. The album was frequently ranked by various publications as among the best albums of the year as well as the decade, with Metacritic citing it as the 13th-most frequently mentioned album in critics "year-end" lists in 2014.

Ultraviolence became a global success, debuting at number one in eleven countries, including the United States with first-week sales of 182,000 copies, becoming the best-selling debut week of Del Rey's career and reached the top five in over twenty territories.

To promote the album, five singles were released, "West Coast", "Shades of Cool", "Ultraviolence", "Brooklyn Baby" and "Black Beauty". In May 2015, Del Rey embarked on The Endless Summer Tour featuring live shows with singers Courtney Love and Grimes, to support the album. It started on May 7, 2015 and ended on June 16, 2015.
Genre(s): Psychedelic rock, desert rock, dream pop
Producer(s): Dan Auerbach, Lana Del Rey, Paul Epworth, Lee Foster, Daniel Heath, Greg Kurstin, Blake Stranathan
Length: 51:24
Released: June 13th, 2014
Year: 2014

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