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THE IN THE MAP

Music, Ferrante/Lyrics, Lorraine Feather

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

It as a trickle in the clouds and snow,
With than an America still to go.
into the sea,
Wide as New City.
Passable in the worst of the heat,
In the winter it 40 feet.
The green is a heady trap,
So dont down
The in the map.

bet such a forest would feed you,
You would lose bet.
You you learned about fortitude
As a cadet!
The pranks, the floggings,
Were compared to this,
As you through the lianas
Where boas hiss.

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

Back in the of Devon,
You your tea and sigh
now to sleep till eleven,
And the old world go by.
You at your civilized heaven,
And say that at last, stay,
But by the gates
The Amazon
To drag you away.
you away,

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

There are bugs thatll you with a single bite,
Turn your cotton to threads in a night,
Homicidal gnats no bigger seeds,
millipedes.