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Am9There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and Con.
Empty chairs at empty Dmtables
Now my Efriends are dead and Am9gone.
Am9Here they talked of revolution.
Here it was they lit the Cflame.
Here they sang about 'to Dmmorrow'
And to Emorrow never Am9came.
From the C7table in the Fcorner
They could Cm7see a F9world re Bbborn
And they G9/Brose with G7voices Cringing
I can Bbhear them Anow!
The very Dmwords that Dm/Cthey had Bbsung Bb/A
Be Gmcame their last com G9munion
FOn the lonely barri Am/Ccade at Am9dawn.
Am9Oh my friends, my friends forgive me
That I live and you are Cgone.
There's a grief that can't be Dmspoken.
There's a Epain goes on and Con.
CmPhantom faces at the window.
Phantom shadows on the Ebfloor.
Empty chairs at empty Fmtables
Where my Gfriends will meet no Cmmore.
Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me
What your sacrifice was Ebfor
Empty chairs at empty Fmtables
Where my Gfriends will sing no Cmmore
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