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[Intro]C Em Dm Am Am/B x2[Verse]C Em DmIs it romantic how all my elegiesAm Am/Beulogize me?Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me?C EmI'm not cut out for all theseDmcynical clonesI'm not cut out for all these cynical clonesAm Am/BThese hunters with cell phones[Chorus]EmTake me to the lakes, where all theFpoets went to dieTake me to the lakes, where all the poets went to dieAmI don't belong and, my beloved,G/Bneither do youI don't belong and, my beloved, neither do youEm FThose Windermere peaks look like aperfect place to cryThose Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cryGI'm setting off, but not without mymuseI'm setting off, but not without my muse[Verse]C Em DmWhat should be over burrowed undermy skinWhat should be over burrowed under my skinAm Am/BIn heart-stopping waves of hurtC EmI've come too far to watch someDmnamedropping sleazeI've come too far to watch some namedropping sleazeAm Am/BTell me what are my words worth[Chorus]EmTake me to the lakes, where all theFpoets went to dieTake me to the lakes, where all the poets went to dieAmI don't belong and, my beloved,G/Bneither do youI don't belong and, my beloved, neither do youEm FThose Windermere peaks look like aperfect place to cryThose Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cryGI'm setting off, but not without mymuseI'm setting off, but not without my muse[Bridge]C EmI want auroras and sad proseDm Am (Am/B)I want to watch wisteria grow rightCover my bare feetI want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feetEm DmBecause I haven't moved in yearsAmAnd I want you right hereC Em DmA red rose grew up out of icefrozen groundA red rose grew up out of ice frozen groundAmWith no one around to tweet itC EmWhile I bathe in cliffside poolsDmWith my calamitous love andAminsurmountable griefWith my calamitous love and insurmountable grief[Chorus]EmTake me to the lakes, where all theFpoets went to dieTake me to the lakes, where all the poets went to dieAmI don't belong and, my beloved,G/Bneither do youI don't belong and, my beloved, neither do youEmThose Windermere peaks look like aFperfect place to cryThose Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cryGI'm setting off, but not without mymuseI'm setting off, but not without my museCNo, not without you