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[ti:Empty Chairs at Empty Tables] |
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[ar:John Owen Jones] |
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There’s a grief that can’t be spoken. |
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There’s a pain goes on and on. |
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Empty chairs at empty tables |
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Now my friends are dead and gone. |
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Here they talked of revolution. |
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Here it was they lit the flame. |
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Here they sang about tomorrow |
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And tomorrow never came. |
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From the table in the corner |
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They could see a world reborn |
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And they rose with voices ringing |
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And I can hear them now! |
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The very words that they had sung |
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Became their last communion |
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On the lonely barricade at dawn. |
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Oh my friends, my friends forgive me |
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That I live and you are gone. |
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There’s a grief that can’t be spoken. |
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There’s a pain goes on and on. |
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Phantom faces at the window. |
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Phantom shadows on the floor. |
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Empty chairs at empty tables |
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Where my friends will meet no more. |
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Oh my friends, my friends, don’t ask me |
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What your sacrifice was for |
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Empty chairs at empty tables |
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Where my friends will sing no more. |
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