Disclaimer - Vending Machine
You complain I never tell you how I feel
But my mind is a broken vending machine
I can see the thought i want to articulate
Behind the plastic's smudgy sheen
Sometimes I come out with an entirely different thought than I indicated with the buttons I pressed
And sometimes the hypnotic coil turns only halfway and stops without turning the rest
But my mind is a broken vending machine
I can see the thought i want to articulate
Behind the plastic's smudgy sheen
Sometimes I come out with an entirely different thought than I indicated with the buttons I pressed
And sometimes the hypnotic coil turns only halfway and stops without turning the rest
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