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The Scientists - Swampland
every day at dusk when the sun fades my mind returns to the everglades a place alive with green mangroves and vine shotguns and snakes, alligator wine. nobody knows so they never think to visit where the atmosphere's so thick that you could kiss it I've never seen copper heads darting from their graves a once mighty oak’s red roots… in decay
In my heart there's a place called swampland nine parts water - one part sand...