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Lana Del Rey - Arcadia

Arcadia
Lana Del Rey
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My body is a map of L.A,
I stand straight like an angel, with a halo.
Hanging out the Hilton Hotel window
Screaming, "Heyo, baby, let's go!"
My chest, the Sierra Madre,
My hips, every high and byway
That you trace with your fingertips like a Toyota,
Run your hands over me like a Land Rover

In Arcadia, Arcadia,
All roads that lead to you as integral to me as arteries
That pump the blood that flows straight to the heart of me.
America, America,
I can't sleep at home tonight, send me a Hilton Hotel
Or a cross on the hill, I'm a lost little girl
Finding my way to ya,
Arcadia.

My body is a map of L.A,
And my heart is like paper, I hate ya.
I'm not from the land of the palms, so I know I can't stay here,
I'm not native, but
My curves, San Gabriel all day
And my lips like the fire licks the bay,
If you think that you know yourself, you can come over,
Lay your hands on me like you're a Land Rover

In Arcadia, Arcadia,
All roads that lead to you as integral to me as arteries
That get the blood flowing straight to the heart of me.
America, I need a miracle,
I can't sleep at home tonight, send me a Hilton Hotel
Or a cross on the hill, I'm a lost little girl
Findin' my way to ya,
Arcadia.

They built me up three hundred feet tall just to tear me down,
So I'm leaving with nothing but laughter, and this town,
Arcadia,
Finding my way to ya,
I'm leaving them as I was, five foot eight,
Western bound, plus the hate that they gave,
By the way, thanks for that, on the way, I'll pray for ya.
But you'll need a miracle,
America.

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