A boy stares through the glass
He's saying, "Dollar, dollar"
Three lines of traffic past
We're trapped inside our car
His voice says, "Dollar, dollar"
I turn to you and ask (dollar, dollar)
For something we could offer (dollar, dollar)
Three lines of traffic past (dollar, dollar)
We pull away so fast (dollar, dollar)
Then my words get swallowed (dollar, dollar)
(Dollar, dollar)
In the rear view glass (dollar, dollar)
A face pock-marked and hollow (dollar, dollar)
He's saying, "Dollar dollar" (dollar, dollar)
I can't look through or past (dollar, dollar)
A face saying, "Dollar, dollar" (dollar, dollar)
A face pock-marked and hollow (dollar, dollar)
Staring from the glass (dollar)
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