A boy stares through the glass
He’s saying, dollar, dollar
Three lines of traffic pass
We’re trapped inside our car
His voice says, dollar, dollar
He’s saying, dollar, dollar
Three lines of traffic pass
We’re trapped inside our car
His voice says, dollar, dollar
I turn to you to ask
For something we can offer
Three lines of traffic pass
We pull away so fast
All my words get swallowed
In the mirror glass
A face pock-marked and hollow
Is saying, dollar, dollar
I can’t look through or past
The face saying dollar, dollar
The face pock-marked and hollow
Staring from the glass
Go back
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