Vending She sold another feeling, It's not right it's just another crime, For the fleeting Hearts slowly beating, Out of time, It won't be long before she's empty, And will never even need to try, Hard to cry because her eyes are shut though they're open to the world, That she's broken from her pills, And it can't go on but time is out, The clocks keep spinning and the sand is spilt on the ground.
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