The Miserables - Empty chairs at empty tables

^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 fr^Eiends are dead and ^Amgone.

^Am Here they talked of revolution. Here it was they lit the f^Clame. Here they sang about 'to^Dmmorrow' And tom^Eorrow never c^Amame.

From the t^Cable ^C7in the c^Forner They could ^Cm7see a wo^F7rld reb^Bborn And they r^G/Bose with voices r^Cinging I can h^Bbear them n^Aow! The very w^Dmords that t^Dm7hey had s^Bbung Bec^Gmame their last com^G7munion ^F/C On the lonely barric^C6ade at d^Amawn.

^Am Oh my friends, my friends forgive me That I live and you are g^Cone. There's a grief that can't be s^Dmpoken. There's a p^Eain goes on and ^C#mon.

^C#m Phantom faces at the window. Phantom shadows on the f^Eloor. Empty chairs at empty t^F#mables Where my fr^G#iends will meet no m^C#more.

^C#m Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me What your sacrifice was f^Eor Empty chairs at empty ^F#mtables Where my fr^G#iends will sing no ^C#mmore. ^{C#m7 C#m6 C#m}