there's a grief that can't be spoken,
now my friends are dead and gone. There's a pain goes on and on.
Empty chairs at empty tables,
here they sang about tomorrow and tomorrow never came.
here it was they lit the flame,
Here they talked of revolution,
From the table in the corner, they could see a world reborn,
and they rose with voices ringing,
and I can hear them now,
the very words that they had sung
became their last communion
on the lonely barricade, at dawn.
Oh my friends, my friends forgive me
that I live and you are gone there's a pain goes on and on.
there's a grief that can't be spoken,
phantom shadows on the floor,
Phantom faces at the window,
empty chairs at empty tables where my friends will meet no more.
what your sacrifice was for
Oh my friends, my friends don't ask me
Empty chairs at empty tables
where my friends will sing no more.
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