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the lakes
the lakes
Written by: Jack Antonoff & Taylor Swift
Is it romantic how all my elegies
Eulogize me?
I’m not cut out for all these cynical clones
These hunters with cell phones
Take me to the lakes
Where all the poets went to die
I don’t belong
And, my beloved, neither do you
Those Windermere peaks
Look like a perfect place to cry
I’m setting off
But not without my muse
What should be over
Burrowed under my skin
In heart-stopping waves of hurt
I’ve come too far to watch some name dropping sleaze
tell me what are my Wordsworth
Take me to the lakes
Where all the poets went to die
I don’t belong
And, my beloved, neither do you
Those Windermere peaks
Look like a perfect place to cry
I’m setting off
But not without my muse
I want auroras and sad prose
I want to watch wisteria grow
Right over my bare feet
Cause I haven’t moved in years
And I want you right here
A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground
With no one around to tweet it
While I bathe in cliffside pools
With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief
Take me to the lakes
Where all the poets went to die
I don’t belong
And, my beloved, neither do you
Those Windermere peaks
Look like a perfect place to cry
I’m setting off
But not without my muse
No, not without you
the lakes (original version)
the lakes (original version)
Written by: Jack Antonoff & Taylor Swift
Is it romantic how all my elegies
Eulogize me?
I’m not cut out for all these cynical clones
These hunters with cell phones
Take me to the lakes
Where all the poets went to die
I don’t belong
And, my beloved, neither do you
Those Windermere peaks
Look like a perfect place to cry
I’m setting off
But not without my muse
What should be over
Burrowed under my skin
In heart-stopping waves of hurt
I’ve come too far to watch some name dropping sleaze
tell me what are my Wordsworth
Take me to the lakes
Where all the poets went to die
I don’t belong
And, my beloved, neither do you
Those Windermere peaks
Look like a perfect place to cry
I’m setting off
But not without my muse
I want auroras and sad prose
I want to watch wisteria grow
Right over my bare feet
Cause I haven’t moved in years
And I want you right here
A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground
With no one around to tweet it
While I bathe in cliffside pools
With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief
Take me to the lakes
Where all the poets went to die
I don’t belong
And, my beloved, neither do you
Those Windermere peaks
Look like a perfect place to cry
I’m setting off
But not without my muse
Not without you
Take me to the lakes
Where all the poets went to die
I don’t belong
And, my beloved, neither do you
Those Windermere peaks
Look like a perfect place to cry
I’m setting off
But not without my muse
No, not without you