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You sit here, alone Thinking of better times, better places Anywhere but here, you tell yourself Looking out the window You see it Cluttered amongst the other common things of life A vending machine You're way out What is it selling? A new life In front of that machine, a lineup of millions All hoping, waiting and dreaming of the same thing that attracted your attention A chance to be something- to be someone To be anywhere but here To be anyone but you Written and Owned By Dan Chubaty |