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Lana Del Rey - Chill Your Mind - Brooklyn Baby
Chill Your Mind
01. Brooklyn Baby
02. Hold On
03. There's Still a Light in the House
04. Vulnerable
05. She Will Be Loved (radio mix)
06. Plans
07. Twenty Something
08. 4:15
09. The Hardest Part
10. Meaning (choral version)
11. Heat Waves
12. Mariners Apartment Complex
13. Switch
14. Thru These Tears
15. Need the Sun to Break
16. Naive
17. When You Love Someone
18. Be Alright
19. VLONE
20. Lucid Dreams
21. Grace
22. Stay Like This
23. Mood Swings
24. Space Cowboy
25. In My Blood (acoustic)
26. Love You for a Long Time
27. Maybe Tomorrow
28. Strong Enough
29. Sunrise
30. changes
31. Out of Love
32. Unsteady
33. Stone Cold
34. Undrunk
35. Dancing on My Own
36. Read All About It, Pt. III
37. 1-800-273-8255
38. Hey There Delilah
39. comethru
40. Issues
41. Video Games
42. Need You Now
43. Close
44. This Town
Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da
Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da

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 churnin' out novels like
Beat poetry on Amphetamines

I say

I say

Well, my boyfriend's in a 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

Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da
Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da
Pa-ta-da-da-da-da

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 burnin' up, I'm coolin' down
You're up, I'm down
You're blind, I see

But I'm free, ooh-ooh
I'm free

Well, my boyfriend's in a 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
'Cause I don't have to fuckin' explain it

And my boyfriend's in a 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

Pa-da-pa-pa, pa-de-da
Te-de-de, da-da-ah
Ooh-ooh, woah

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

Pa-da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da, baby
Ah-ta-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da, baby
Pa-da-da-da-da-da
Pa-pa-da-pa-da, yeah
Yeah, yeah