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