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Part one:                      Part two:
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B|------0--0-------0-------2--|------0--------------------0--------------|
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D|--2------------2-------2----|--2-4--------4-0-2-----2-4--------4-0-2---|
A|----------------------------|------------------------------------------|
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A             Amaj7       F#m
Why are these women here, dancing on their own.
B                                         A  E
Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
A               Amaj7      F#m
Why are the soldiers here, their faces fixed like stone?
B                                   Esus  E
I can't see what it is that they despise.

Chorus:
F#m                      A        F#m                      A
They're dancing with the missing, they're dancing with the dead.
F#m                   A             F#m                A
They dance with the invisible ones, their anguish is unsaid.
G                          D        G                          D
They're dancing with their fathers, they're dancing with their sons.
E                          Dm6       E           Dm6
They're dancing with their husbands, they dance alone.
            E
They dance alone.

Repeat Part two

A                   Amaj7                 F#m
The only form of protest they're allowed.
B                                  A         E
I've seen their silent faces, they scream so loud. 
A                           Amaj7  F#m
If they were to speak these words, they'd go missing too.
B                                   Esus               E
Another woman on the torture table, what else can they do?

Chorus

Chorus 2:
A             D                      Bm            F#m
One day we'll dance on their graves, one day we'll sing our freedom.
A             D                 Bm        F#m
One day we'll laugh in our joy. And we'll dance.
A             D                      Bm            F#m
One day we'll dance on their graves, one day we'll sing our freedom.
A             D                 Bm        F#m
One day we'll laugh in our joy. And we'll dance.

A          Amaj7     F#m
Hey Mister Pinochet, you've sown a bitter crop. 
B                                     A                   E
It's foreign money that supports you, one day the money's going to stop.
A                 Amaj7     F#m
No wages for your tortures, no budget for your guns.
B                         Esus               E
You think of your mother, dancing with her invisible son.

Chorus + Chorus 2

          Amaj7            F#m
And we'll dance, and we'll dance
          Bm               A
And we'll dance, and we'll dance