Maybe I was born
In the wrong time and space

Or maybe it's just this country
***** up my headspace

Don't want to be a millionaire
Or destroy the Middle East

Don't want to hate my neighbors
Or carniverously feast

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Do want to timeflight travel
And sleep the shining stars

Wish that Victor Farrington
Might mean that Irish bars

Somehow know the secrets
Of this love that we call ours

Maggie and sweet Molly Malone
Trappist 1! far sun, not Mars.