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 |
