I don't make no money I tell you nothing about, that's so strange I stand here with my tears rolling down I turn my last note into change
Just want-ed to start my day without you here Point to me, I'll walk away, just disappear Seems you've cut deep, yes you've cut cold I've got nothing left here anymore
But I don't care The more I pay The less I feel The money comes The money goes It's all the same But I don't care The more you take The less I feel The paper lines And words that are mine What is this, we disappear
I want you to hold my hand and let go I can't, I don't want to take control Seems like you've forsaken up my mind Crumbling to dust up my soul
But I don't care The more I pay The less I feel The money comes The money goes It's all the same But I don't care The more I pay The less I feel What is this This stumbling Till we disappear
Compositor: Alice RussellPublicado em 2013ECAD verificado fonograma #11996927 em 06/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM