Dollar

I get high Cause I'm afraid to lose my mind When my consciousness pulls me down Draw the line Between the diamond in the rough The ego and the payoff Time is too precious to be wasted Oh, oh All I need is a dollar And an old guitar To turn all of my troubles round Turn all of my troubles All I need is a dollar And a second-hand car To turn all of my troubles round Turn all my troubles round I slow down I'm getting tired of this road I feel the pressure reaching overload Tell me how I got addicted to my sorrow I'll patch it up tomorrow Time is too precious to be wasted Oh, oh All I need is a dollar And an old guitar To turn all of my troubles round Turn all of my troubles All I need is a dollar And a second-hand car To turn all of my troubles round Turn all my troubles All I need is a dollar And an old guitar To turn all of my troubles round Turn all of my troubles All I need is a dollar And a second-hand car To turn all of my troubles round Turn all my troubles round So high we fly Hiding out behind the clouds So hard we try Break the rules and let the old man die All I need is a dollar And an old guitar To turn all of my troubles round Turn all of my troubles All I need is a dollar And a second-hand car To turn all of my troubles round Turn all my troubles round