Аккорды Taylor Swift - The Lakes

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

[Verse 1]
D        F#m            Em         Bm
 Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me?
D            F#m               Em
 I'm not cut out for all these cynical clones
      Bm
These hunters with cell phones

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

[Verse 2]
D               F#m            Em
 What should be over, burrowed under my skin
   Bm                      D
In heart-stopping waves of hurt
              F#m               Em
I've come too far to watch some namedropping sleaze
        Bm
Tell me what are my words worth

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

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

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

[Outro]
D F#m Em Bm
D F#m Em Bm
D F#m Em