Letra de N'Existe Pas - Apollo 440

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

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

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
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Some dudes blew it away
It's hard to see it their way

All the women I've loved
And all the hate in this town
And all the shit goin' down

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

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

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