Patrick Cavanaugh

[Patrick Cavanaugh]

There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on. ​

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Empty chairs at empty tables
Now my friends are dead and gone. ​

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Here they talked of revolution.
Here it was they lit the flame. ​

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Here they sang about tomorrow
</COLOR><i></i><i></i> And tomorrow never came.
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<COLOR color="#000"> From the table in the corner <i></i><i></i>
They could see a world reborn ​

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<SIZE size="50"><SIZE size="50"><FONT font="verdana"><SIZE size="50">Now hear this kiddies. This template is created by me with thanks to Tenilee. No touchy or I break you... Kay Oh , oh and song lyrics are "Empty Chairs At Empty Tables" by Josh Groban (from "Les Miserables" musical)​

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