There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.
There's a pain goes on and on.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Now my friends are dead and gone.
Here they talked of revolution.
Here it was they lit the flame.
Here they sang about `tomorrow'
And tomorrow never came.
Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me
What your sacrifice was for
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will sing no more.
MAN! I'm so bummed, I have turned to showtunes to convey my emotions.
We love you boys. See you next season...
1 comment:
Oh, my friends my friends (dramatic pauce) don't ask me... what it is your fighting for... empty chairs and empty tables, where my friends will play no more... girl. The sorrow... I know how you feel. I ache. I feel pain. It's, heartbreaking. BUT, there are no cats in America so we'll be okay. Love the updates. Keep em comin.
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