Misc Mashups – Taylor Swift - Seven - The Lakes (Guitar)

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[Intro] C Em Dm Am x2 [Verse 1]
C         Em             Dm         Am
  Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me?

C             Em                Dm
  I'm not cut out for all these cynical clones

      Am
These hunters with cell phones
[Chorus]
Em                                   F
  Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die

          Am                               G/B
I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you

Em                                F
  Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

            G
I'm setting off, but not without my muse
[Verse 2]
C                Em            Dm
  What should be over burrowed under my skin

   Am
In heart-stopping waves of hurt

C               Em                Dm
  I've come too far to watch some namedropping sleaze

        Am
Tell me what are my words worth
[Chorus]
Em                                   F
  Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die

           Am                              G/B
I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you

Em                                 F
  Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

             G
I'm setting off, but not without my muse
[Bridge]
Bm                         D
  And I've been meaning to tell you

                      A
I think your house is haunted

                   D                    Bm
Your dad is always mad and that must be why

                            D
And I think you should come live with me

                A
And we could be pirates

                       D
Then you won't have to cry

               Bm
Or hide in the closet

                D
And just like a folk song

                 A       D
Our love will be passed on

A            Em          D
Please picture me in the trees

          A
I hit my peak at seven

A            Em           D
Feet in the swing over the creek

           A
I was too scared to jump in

    A       Em           D
But I, I was high in the sky

            A            A   Em
With Pennsylvania under me

           D                  A
Are there still beautiful things?