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Am There's a grief that can't be spoken. There's a pain goes on and Con. Empty chairs at empty Dmtables Now my frEiends are dead and Amgone. Am Here they talked of revolution. Here it was they lit the fClame. Here they sang about `toDmmorrow' And tomEorrow never cAmame. From the tCable C7in the cForner They could Cm7see a woF7rld rebB♭orn And they rA♭ose with vA♭7oices rE♭inging I can hB♭ear them nAow! The very wDmords that tDm7hey had sB♭ung BecGmame their G7last commFunion C On the lonely barrC6icade atAm dawn. Am Oh my friends, my friends forgive me That I live and you are gCone. There's a grief that can't be sDmpoken. There's a pEain goes on and C♯mon. C♯m Phantom faces at the window. Phantom shadows on the fEloor. Empty chairs at empty tF♯mables Where my frA♭iends will meet no mC♯more. C♯m Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me What your sacrifice was fEor Empty chairs at empty F♯mtables Where my frA♭iends will sing no C♯mmore. C♯m7 C♯m6 C♯mStandard guitar tuning:EADGBENo capo
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