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THE IN THE MAP

Music, Russell Ferrante/Lyrics, Feather

below the Equator,
Beneath a sun
Waits a paradise
And oblivion,
Or so they our hero,
In 1925,
As he went to the river
ate so many alive.

It as a trickle in the clouds and snow,
With more than an still to go.
Steamrollers the sea,
as New York City.
Passable in the worst of the heat,
In the it rises 40 feet.
The green is a heady trap,
So dont fall
The in the map.

Youd bet such a forest would you,
You lose that bet.
You you learned about fortitude
As a cadet!
The pranks, the floggings,
bliss compared to this,
As you hack through the
hanging boas hiss.

There are bugs thatll kill you a single bite,
Turn your cotton britches to in a night,
gnats no bigger than seeds,
millipedes.
Still you know you love it and you wont be
Though you never are unafraid.
Hits your like a thunderclap,
So fall down
The in the map

Back in the of Devon,
You sweeten tea and sigh
Free now to sleep eleven,
And the old world go by.
You smile at civilized heaven,
And say that at last, stay,
But by the gates
The waits
To quietly you away.
you away,

to the river.
Its only in the worst of the heat,
In the it rises 40 feet.
The green is a heady trap.
Dont .

There are thatll kill you with a single bite,
Turn cotton britches to threads in a night,
Homicidal gnats no than seeds,
millipedes.