Take a seat, have a cigarette
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We're here to help you to forget
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To snap you shut like a castanet
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Tell me where it all went wrong
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Why don't you write the kind of songs
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For people to sing along?
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I used to play
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The violin
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Now I spend my days just
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Listening in
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You have no friends
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You won't be missed
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I'm here to tell you that you don't exist
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You have no friends
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You won't be missed
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I'm here to tell you that you don't exist
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There's just one door out of here
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You can save your career
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Or you can
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'Disappear'
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Our Glorious Leader would advise
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Some kind of compromise
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Anything else would be unwise
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I used to play
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The tambourine
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Now I spend my days just
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Listening in
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You have no friends
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You won't be missed
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I'm here to tell you that you don't exist
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You have no friends
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You won't be missed
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I'm here to tell you that you don't exist
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You Don't Exist
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| Chumbawamba |
