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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 they our hero,
In 1925,
As he went to the river
That ate so 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 only in the of the heat,
In the winter it 40 feet.
The green hell is a trap,
So dont down
The in the map.

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

There are bugs thatll kill you with a bite,
Turn your cotton britches to in a night,
Homicidal no bigger than seeds,
millipedes.
Still you know you love it and you be swayed
Though you are fully unafraid.
Hits your heart a thunderclap,
So dont down
The in the map

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

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

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