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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 Letras de cancionesSome 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 (Merci à Sagittarius pour cettes paroles) From Letras Mania