imagines he is back at the ABC cafe) MARIUS There's a grief that can't be spoken. There's a pain goes on and on. Empty chairs at empty tables Now my
Empty chairs at empty tables Where my friends will meet no more. [The ghosts fade away.] Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me What your sacrifice was for Empty chairs
, imagines he is back at the ABC cafe) MARIUS There's a grief that can't be spoken. There's a pain goes on and on. Empty chairs at empty tables Now my
Übersetzung: Les Miserables Soundtrack. Dunkles Schweigen an den Tabellen.
Übersetzung: Les Miserables. Dunkles Schweigen an den Tabellen.
say goodnight forever but little girl, im not feeling well these nights are long and rough, without you who's sending letters through the mail who's empty chair is at the table
a special dinner With a table set for two She pours from an empty bottle And says, "Darlin', here's to you" She looks at the empty chair And sees him
: As I glance across the table Your empty chair is out of place Living here just ain't that easy now But there are signs of trying on my face We need
or in a dream Lately waking up I'm not sure where I've been There was a table set for six and five were there I stood outside and kept my eyes upon that empty chair
-July And I just hit town and my throat was dry, I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew. At an old saloon on a street of mud, There at a table, dealing
: VERSE: A TABLE SET FOR DINNER ONLY JUST FOR ONE STARING AT YOUR EMPTY CHAIR REMEMBERING ALL OF THE CRAZY LAUGHS WE SHARED LAST TIME YOU WERE SITTING
matchin' with the right shoes and I Ran around the house getting ready U knew there would be minutes to stop and say hello But I still I were too busy And at
to somebody you know it takes a lot to let go every breath that you remember pictures fade away, but memory's forever an empty chair at all the tables
dressed so super tight Baby girl shake it like Beyonce I done forgot about fiance, blowin' smoke up in the air Table dances by my chair Get something
July And I just hit town and my throat was dry I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew At an old saloon on a street of mud There at a table, dealing
have been in San Quentin I'm doin' life to ten, when I come home you goddamn Right I'm goin back again Fuck the drinks on the table While you sleep
