Well the jury found you guilty, as you stare into a world that¡¯s without love
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But you keep a wall around you, and you wait for help to come down from above
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Now the wisdom of your ways has finally caught you up, and left you to your fate
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So you end up like a refugee, all alone and standin¡¯ at the gates.
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Now the truth is slowly dawning, but you don¡¯t get any warning here within
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And you swear that you can change your ways, you promise that tomorrow you¡¯ll begin
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But the phases of the moon still come and go, and now you¡¯ve left it much too late
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So you end up like a refugee, all alone and standin¡¯ at the gates.
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All aboard the roundabout like the biggest fool you¡¯ve ever seen
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And all the time you know what¡¯s comin¡¯ down (it¡¯s comin¡¯ down)
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Up and down on the roundabout while you¡¯re sittin¡¯ right on dynamite
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And any fool can see what¡¯s comin¡¯ down.
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You can run with the wind, you can laugh at the rain, and pretend
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It¡¯s just some bad weather
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There¡¯s a storm comin¡¯ up, and it¡¯s headin¡¯ your way.
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Now the spirit doesn¡¯t move you, you¡¯re so empty, you¡¯ve got nothin¡¯ left to give
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Yes you know by now that nothin¡¯ you have ever learned has taught you how to live
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But the phases of the moon still come and go, and now you¡¯ve left it much too late
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So you end up like a refugee, all alone and standin¡¯ at the gates.
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All aboard the roundabout like the biggest fool you¡¯ve ever seen
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And all the time you know what¡¯s comin¡¯ down (it¡¯s comin¡¯ down)
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Up and down on the roundabout while you¡¯re sittin¡¯ right on dynamite
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And any fool can see what¡¯s comin¡¯ down.
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You can run with the wind, you can laugh at the rain, and pretend
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It¡¯s just some bad weather
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There¡¯s a storm comin¡¯ up, and it¡¯s headin¡¯ your way.
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Well the jury found you guilty, as you stare into a world that¡¯s without love
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Yes you keep a wall around you, and you wait for help to come down from above
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Now the wisdom of your ways has finally caught you up, and left you to your fate
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So you end up like a refugee, all alone and standin¡¯ at the gates.
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Yes you end up like a refugee, all alone and standin¡¯ at the gates
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Yes you end up like a refugee, all alone and standin¡¯ at the gates.
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Drums: Liam Genockey
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Bass: Mo Foster
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Piano: Kenny Craddock
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Hammond Organ: Kenny Craddock
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Electric Guitar: Hugh Burns
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Percussion: Maurice Pert
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Synthesizers: Kenny Craddock
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Saxophone: Mel Collins
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Vocals: Gerry Rafferty
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Standing at the Gates
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| Gerry Rafferty |
