| MARIUS
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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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| 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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| (The ghosts of those who died on the barricade appear)
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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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| (The ghosts fade away)
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| Oh my friends, my friends, don’t ask me 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. |