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There’s a grief that can’t be spoken. |
| [00:18.000] |
There’s a pain goes on and on. |
| [00:23.600] |
Empty chairs at empty tables |
| [00:27.000] |
Now my friends are dead and gone. |
| [00:34.600] |
Here they talked of revolution. |
| [00:40.600] |
Here it was they lit the flame. |
| [00:46.300] |
Here they sang about `tomorrow’ |
| [00:49.600] |
And tomorrow never came. |
| [00:58.000] |
From the table in the corner |
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They could see a world reborn |
| [01:09.000] |
And they rose with voices ringing |
| [01:14.000] |
I can hear them now! |
| [01:18.600] |
The very words that they had sung |
| [01:24.600] |
Became their last communion |
| [01:34.600] |
On the lonely barricade at dawn. |
| [01:43.000] |
Oh my friends, my friends forgive me |
| [01:47.600] |
That I live and you are gone. |
| [01:53.000] |
There’s a grief that can’t be spoken. |
| [01:58.600] |
There’s a pain goes on and on. |
| [02:04.000] |
Phantom faces at the window. |
| [02:10.000] |
Phantom shadows on the floor. |
| [02:14.300] |
Empty chairs at empty tables |
| [02:18.200] |
Where my friends will meet no more. |
| [02:25.100] |
Oh my friends, my friends, don’t ask me |
| [02:35.400] |
What your sacrifice was for |
| [02:40.000] |
Empty chairs at empty tables |
| [02:45.000] |
Where my friends will sing no more. |
