[{"id":26151302,"name":"Ride (Monologue)","trackName":"Ride (Monologue)","artistName":"Lana Del Rey","albumName":"Paradise","duration":325.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I was in the winter of my life\nAnd the men I met along the road were my only summer\nAt night I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them\nThree years down the line of being on an endless world tour and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me\nAnd my only real happy times\n\nI was a singer\nNot a very popular one\nI once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet\nBut upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky\nThat I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken\nBut I didn’t really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is\n\nWhen the people I used to know found out what I had been doing how I had been living, they asked me why, but there’s no use in talking to people who have a home\nThey have no idea what its like to seek safety in other people\nFor home to be wherever you lie your head\n\nI was always an unusual girl\nMy mother told me that I had a chameleon soul\nNo moral compass pointing due north\nNo fixed personality\nJust an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean\nAnd if I said I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way I’d be lying\n\nBecause I was born to be the other woman\nWho belonged to no one\nWho belonged to everyone\nWho had nothing\nWho wanted everything\nWith a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about it\nAnd pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me\n\nEvery night I used to pray that I’d find my people\nAnd finally I did\nOn the open road\nWe had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore\nExcept to make our lives into a work of art\n\nLive fast\nDie young\nBe wild\nAnd have fun\n\nI believe in the country America used to be\nI believe in the person I want to become\nI believe in the freedom of the open road\nAnd my motto is the same as ever\n\"I believe in the kindness of strangers\"\n\nAnd when I'm at war with myself\nI ride\nI just ride\n\nWho are you?\nAre you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?\nHave you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?\n\nI have\nI am fucking crazy\nBut I am free\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:23.68] I was in the winter of my life\n[00:27.32] And the men I met along the road were my only summer\n[00:32.59] At night I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them\n[00:39.68] Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me\n[00:47.39] And my only real happy times\n\n[00:59.42] I was a singer\n[01:01.27] Not a very popular one\n[01:03.82] I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet\n[01:07.55] But upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky\n[01:16.19] That I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken\n[01:22.23] But I didn’t really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is\n\n[01:39.36] When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing how I had been living, they asked me why, but there’s no use in talking to people who have a home\n[01:50.80] They have no idea what its like to seek safety in other people\n[01:55.67] For home to be wherever you lie your head\n\n[02:01.73] I was always an unusual girl\n[02:08.71] My mother told me that I had a chameleon soul\n[02:12.30] No moral compass pointing due north\n[02:15.02] No fixed personality\n[02:17.98] Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean\n[02:27.95] And if I said I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way I’d be lying\n\n[02:35.67] Because I was born to be the other woman\n[02:40.03] Who belonged to no one\n[02:42.58] Who belonged to everyone\n[02:45.94] Who had nothing\n[02:47.94] Who wanted everything\n[02:51.54] With a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about it\n[03:01.31] And pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me\n\n[03:15.14] Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people\n[03:20.05] And finally I did\n[03:23.13] On the open road\n[03:27.74] We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore\n[03:34.92] Except to make our lives into a work of art\n\n[03:38.73] Live fast\n[03:41.23] Die young\n[03:43.31] Be wild\n[03:45.75] And have fun\n\n[03:48.96] I believe in the country America used to be\n[03:52.83] I believe in the person I want to become\n[03:56.43] I believe in the freedom of the open road\n[03:59.96] And my motto is the same as ever\n[04:03.79] \"I believe in the kindness of strangers\"\n\n[04:08.04] And when I'm at war with myself\n[04:10.98] I ride\n[04:13.19] I just ride\n\n[04:18.34] Who are you?\n[04:19.86] Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?\n[04:23.75] Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?\n\n[04:29.31] I have\n[04:31.38] I am fucking crazy\n[04:38.34] But I am free\n[04:40.82] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ride (Monologue)\n  artist: Lana Del Rey\n  album: Paradise\n  duration_ms: 325000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I was in the winter of my life\n  start_ms: 23680\n  end_ms: 27320\n- text: And the men I met along the road were my only summer\n  start_ms: 27320\n  end_ms: 32590\n- text: At night I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them\n  start_ms: 32590\n  end_ms: 39680\n- text: Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour 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That I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken, but I didn’t really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is.\r\n[01:34.95] \r\n[01:41.06] When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I had been living, they asked me why? But there’s no use in talking to people who have a home. They have no idea what its like to seek safety in other people for home to be wherever you lie your head.\r\n[02:01.23] \r\n[02:04.41] I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me that I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing due north. No fixed personality, just an inner indecisiveness, that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean. And if I said I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way I’d be lying.\r\n[02:35.72] \r\n[02:37.78] Because I was born to be the other woman, who belonged to no one. Who belonged to everyone. Who had nothing. Who wanted everything. With a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about it. And pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me!\r\n[03:09.84] \r\n[03:29.12] Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people. And finally I did. On the open road we had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore. Except to make our lives into a work of art.\r\n[03:52.87] Live fast! Die young! Be wild! And have fun!\r\n[04:03.09] I believe in the country America used to be. I believe in the person I want to become. I believe in the freedom of the open road and my motto is the same as ever \"I believe in the kindness of strangers\"\r\n[04:22.02] And when I'm at war with myself, I ride, I just ride\r\n[04:32.82] Who are you? Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies? Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?\r\n[04:43.47] I have. I am fucking crazy. 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I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events, saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky, that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken. But I didn't really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is. When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I'd been living, they asked me why - but there's no use in talking to people who have home. They have no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people - for home to be wherever you lay your head.\r\n \r\nI was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality - just an inner indecisiveness, that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean... And if I said I didn't plan for it to turn out this way I'd be lying...\r\n \r\nBecause I was born to be the other woman. Who belonged to no one! Who belonged to everyone! Who had nothing! Who wanted everything! With a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point, that I couldn't even talk about it. And pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.\r\n \r\nEvery night I used to pray that I'd find my people, and finally I did on the open road. We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art. \r\nLive fast. Die young. Be wild. And have fun.\r\nI believe in the country America used to be.\r\nI believe in the person I want to become.\r\nI believe in the freedom of the open road.\r\nAnd my motto is the same as ever:\r\n\"I believe in the kindness of strangers!\"\r\n And when I'm at war with myself I ride\r\n I just ride\r\nWho are you?\r\nAre you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?\r\nHave you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?\r\nI have. I am fucking crazy. 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They have no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people - for home to be wherever you lay your head.\r\n[02:01.72]\r\n[02:04.01]I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality - just an inner indecisiveness, that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean... And if I said I didn't plan for it to turn out this way I'd be lying...\r\n[02:35.63]\r\n[02:37.73]Because I was born to be the other woman. Who belonged to no one! Who belonged to everyone! Who had nothing! Who wanted everything! With a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point, that I couldn't even talk about it. And pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.\r\n[03:10.02]\r\n[03:29.04]Every night I used to pray that I'd find my people, and finally I did on the open road. 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