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Empty Chairs At Empty Tables

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[Am9]There's a grief that can't be spoken. There's a pain goes on and [C]on. Empty chairs at empty [Dm]tables Now my [E]friends are dead and [Am9]gone. [Am9]Here they talked of revolution. Here it was they lit the [C]flame. Here they sang about 'to [Dm]morrow' And to [E]morrow never [Am9]came. From the [C7]table in the [F]corner They could [Cm7]see a [F9]world re [Bb]born And they [G9/B]rose with [G7]voices [C]ringing I can [Bb]hear them [A]now! The very [Dm]words that [Dm/C]they had [Bb]sung [Bb/A] Be [Gm]came their last com [G9]munion [F]On the lonely barri [Am/C]cade at [Am9]dawn. [Am9]Oh my friends, my friends forgive me That I live and you are [C]gone. There's a grief that can't be [Dm]spoken. There's a [E]pain goes on and [C]on. [Cm]Phantom faces at the window. Phantom shadows on the [Eb]floor. Empty chairs at empty [Fm]tables Where my [G]friends will meet no [Cm]more. Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me What your sacrifice was [Eb]for Empty chairs at empty [Fm]tables Where my [G]friends will sing no [Cm]more

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