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THE IN THE MAP

Music, Russell Ferrante/Lyrics, Lorraine

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

It as a trickle in the clouds and snow,
With more than an America to go.
Steamrollers 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 fall
The in the map.

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

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

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

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

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