To Dust

I don't make no money
 I tell you nothing about that, so strange
 I stand here with my tears rolling down
 I turn my last note into change
 Just one debt you start my day without you here
 Point to me, I'll walk away, you disappear
 Seems you cut deep, yes you 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 worlds that are mine
 What is this, we disappear
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 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 you take,
 The less I feel
 What is this
 This stumbling
 Till we disappear