The Lakes

[Intro] D  F#m  Em7  Bm
        D  F#m  Em7  Bm

[Primera Parte]

D        F#m           Em7       
Is it romantic how all my elegies 
 Bm
eulogize me?
D           F#m  
I'm not cut out for 
            Em7
all these cynical clones
      Bm
These hunters with cell phones

[Estribillo]

F#m                               
Take me to the lakes, where all 
  G
the poets went to die
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I don't belong and, my beloved, 
          F#m
neither do you
F#m                                
Those Windermere peaks look like a 
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perfect place to cry
            A
I'm setting off, but not without my 
muse

[Segunda Parte]

D              F#m            
What should be over burrowed under 
Em7
my skin
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   Bm                      D
In heart-stopping waves of hurt
D             F#m               
I've come too far to watch some 
Em7
namedropping sleaze
        Bm
Tell me what are my words worth

[Estribillo]

F#m                               
Take me to the lakes, where all 
   G
the poets went to die
           Bm                  
I don't belong and, my beloved, 
            F#m
neither do you
F#m                               
Those Windermere peaks look like a
  G
 perfect place to cry
             A
I'm setting off, but not without my 
muse

[Puente]

D                  F#m
I want auroras and sad prose
Em7                 Bm           
I want to watch wisteria grow 
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right over my bare feet
F#m                           Em7
'cause I haven't moved in years
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And I want you right here
D          F#m            Em7
A red rose grew up out of ice frozen
 ground
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With no one around to tweet it
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While I bathe in cliffside pools
          Em7              
With my calamitous love and 
      Bm
insurmountable grief

 [Estribillo]

F#m                               
Take me to the lakes, where all 
   G
the poets went to die
           Bm                  
I don't belong and, my beloved, 
            F#m
neither do you
F#m                               
Those Windermere peaks look like a
  G
 perfect place to cry
            A
I'm setting off, but not without my 
muse
                  D
No, not without you

[Final] D  F#m  Em7  Bm
        D  F#m  Em7  Bm