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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
That ate so alive.

It starts as a in the clouds and snow,
With more than an America to go.
into the sea,
Wide as New City.
Passable in the worst of the heat,
In the it rises 40 feet.
The green hell is a 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 hack through the
Where hanging hiss.

are bugs thatll 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
Though you never are unafraid.
your heart like a thunderclap,
So dont fall
The in the map

Back in the of Devon,
You sweeten your tea and
now to sleep till eleven,
And the old world go by.
You smile at your heaven,
And say at last, youll stay,
But close by the
The waits
To drag you away.
you away,

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

are bugs thatll kill you with a single bite,
Turn your cotton britches to in a night,
Homicidal no bigger than seeds,
millipedes.