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[00:22.66] Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me?

[00:33.35] I'm not cut out for all these cynical clones

[00:40.28] These hunters with cell phones

[00:43.92] Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die

[00:47.81] I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you

[00:54.49] Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

[00:58.31] I'm setting off, but not without my muse

[01:05.23] What should be over burrowed under my skin

[01:12.49] In heart-stopping waves of hurt

[01:16.03] I've come too far to watch some name-dropping sleaze

[01:22.90] Tell me what are my Wordsworth

[01:26.75] Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die

[01:30.33] I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you

[01:37.03] Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

[01:41.16] I'm setting off, but not without my muse

[01:47.57] I want auroras and sad prose

[01:52.80] I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet

[02:00.80] 'Cause I haven't moved in years

[02:06.37] And I want you right here

[02:09.67] A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground

[02:16.31] With no one around to tweet it

[02:20.16] While I bathe in cliff-side pools

[02:24.01] With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief

[02:30.63] Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die

[02:34.26] I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you

[02:41.27] Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

[02:44.90] I'm setting off, but not without my muse

[02:50.20] No, not without you