N'Existe Pas

It's five AM in my loft
 Too many miles on my clock
 The hip-hop station plays soft
 But this ain't nothing I can turn off
 All the love in the world
 And all the diamonds and pearls
 And all my hate for the girl... N'existe pas
 There's nothing left to be done
 There's nothing left that's real
 There's nothing left to buy, beg, borrow or steal
 There's nothing left to win
 There's nothing left to prove
 There's nothing I can't afford to lose
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 I'm gonna make you see
 There's nothing here but you and me
 I'm gonna make you know
 Ain't nothing up here
 I'm gonna make you see
 There's nothing here but you and me
 I'm gonna make you know
 Ain't nothing up here or way down below
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 Put a record on
 But the music's all wrong
 There ain't no score for the tip that I'm on
 Right now
 They took Manhattan today
 Some dudes blew it away
 It's hard to see it their way
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 All the women I've loved
 And all the hate in this town
 And all the shit goin' down
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 There's nothing left to be done
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 There's nothing left that's real
 There's nothing left to buy, beg, borrow or steal
 There's nothing left to win
 There's nothing left to prove
 There's nothing I can't afford to lose
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 I'm gonna make you see
 There's nothing here but you and me
 I'm gonna make you know
 Ain't nothing up here
 I'm gonna make you see
 There's nothing here but you and me
 I'm gonna make you know
 Ain't nothing up here or way down below
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 There's nothing left to be done
 There's nothing left that's real
 There's nothing left to buy, beg, borrow or steal
 There's nothing left to win
 There's nothing left to prove
 There's nothing I can't afford to lose