Mystery Taylor Swift Song #134

Guess the Taylor Swift song by revealing lyrics. If you need a hint, you can guess the album title first. To challenge yourself, guess the album title last. If you enjoy quizzes like this, check out the rest of the series! If you're a huge Swiftie like me, I have other types of Taylor Swift quizzes on my profile you would love

If the song is not specific to a Taylor Swift album, the album title will be "Single."

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Last updated: January 20, 2025

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First submitted	January 20, 2025
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Song	the lakes
Album	folklore

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

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

What	should	be	over	burrowed	under	my	skin
In	heart	stopping	waves	of	hurt
I've	come	too	far	to	watch	some	namedropping		sleaze
Tell	me	What	are	my	words	worth

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

I	want	auroras	and	sad	prose
I	want	to	watch	wisteria	grow	right	over	my	bare	feet
'Cause	I	haven't	moved	In	years
and	I	want	you	right	here
a	red	rose	grew	up	out	of	ice	frozen	ground
with	no	one	around	to	tweet	it
While	I	bathe	In	cliffside	pools
with	my	calamitous	love	and	insurmountable		grief

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