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Florida i/ˈflɒrɪdə/ (Spanish for "flowery land") is a state located in the southeastern region of the United States. The state is bordered to the west by the Gulf of Mexico, to the north by Alabama and Georgia, to the east by the Atlantic Ocean, and to the south by the Straits of Florida and the country of Cuba. Florida is the 22nd most extensive, the 3rd most populous, and the 8th most densely populated of the United States. Jacksonville is the most populous city in Florida, and the largest city by area in the contiguous United States. The Miami metropolitan area is the eighth-largest metropolitan area in the United States. Tallahassee is the state capital.
A peninsula between the Gulf of Mexico, the Atlantic Ocean, and the Straits of Florida, it has the longest coastline in the contiguous United States, approximately 1,350 miles (2,170 km), and is the only state that borders both the Gulf of Mexico and the Atlantic Ocean. Much of the state is at or near sea level and is characterized by sedimentary soil. The climate varies from subtropical in the north to tropical in the south. The American alligator, American crocodile, Florida panther, and manatee can be found in the Everglades National Park.
Well you tell me you love me and I'm alright
Simple as that like the tail of a kite
And the old legionnaires well they're spoiling for a fight
On the streets of St. Augustine
Well the sun was in a bad mood in the cold winter sky
It was having a laugh on the look of surprise
Me I'm walking the cobblestone like a poet or a spy
On the streets of St. Augustine
California shimmers and I'll chase you someday
To the Fountain of Youth by the edge of the bay
But for now I just want to carry you away
To the streets of St. Augustine
Well they burned down the town in the name of a king
Divided it up for diamonds and rings
Now they're telling the singers there's no place to sing
On the streets of St. Augustine
And Fred well he's down from Nova Scotia again
He's sailing the seas on the palm of the wind
And he's going off to Cuba to that Canadian
From the streets of St. Augustine
And you can run from the pocket of a comfortable hand
Put your soul in a suitcase and travel the land
And count yourself lucky if you finally stand
On the streets of St. Augustine
Well you tell me you love me and I'm alright
Simple as that like the tail of a kite
I close my eyes and we're walking tonight