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[00:21.36] Is it romantic how all of my elegies eulogize me?

[00:32.09] I'm not cut out for all these cynical clones

[00:39.60] These hunters with cell phones

[00:42.86] Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die

[00:47.10] I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you

[00:53.09] Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

[00:57.60] I'm setting off, but not without my muse

[01:11.60] What should be over burrowed under my skin

[01:12.36] In heart-stopping waves of hurt

[01:15.11] I've come too far to watch some namedropping sleaze

[01:22.10] Tell me what are my words worth

[01:25.36] Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die

[01:29.63] I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you

[01:35.85] Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

[01:40.10] I'm setting off, but not without my muse

[01:46.58] I want auroras and sad prose

[01:52.10] I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet

[01:59.85] 'Cause I haven't moved in years

[02:05.10] And I want you right here

[02:08.85] A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground

[02:15.60] With no one around to tweet it

[02:19.35] While I bathe in cliffside pools

[02:23.37] With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief

[02:29.34] Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die

[02:33.33] I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you

[02:40.10] Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

[02:44.37] I'm setting off, but not without my muse

[02:49.10] No, not without you