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THE IN THE MAP

Music, Ferrante/Lyrics, Lorraine Feather

below the Equator,
Beneath a sun
a counterfeit paradise
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.
only in the worst of the heat,
In the it rises 40 feet.
The green is a heady trap,
So dont down
The in the map.

Youd bet such a would feed you,
You lose that bet.
You you learned about fortitude
As a cadet!
The pranks, the floggings,
Were bliss to this,
As you hack the lianas
Where hanging hiss.

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

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

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

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