What It Is

	  		 

Intro: 
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Verse 1:
 
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The drinking dens are spilling out 
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There's staggering in the square 
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There's lads and lasses falling about 
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And a crackling in the air 
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Down around the dungeon doors 
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The shelters and the queues 
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Everybody's looking for 
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Somebody's arms to fall into 


 
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And it's what it is 
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It's what it is now 



Verse 2:
 
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There's frost on the graves and the monuments 
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But the taverns are warm in town 
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People curse the government 
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And shovel hot food down 
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The lights are out in city hall 
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The castle and the keep 
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The moon shines down upon it all 
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The legless and asleep 


Pre-Chorus
 
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And it's cold on the tollgate 
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With the wagons creeping through 
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Cold on the tollgate 
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God knows what I could do with you 


 
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And it's what it is 
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It's what it is now 



Verse 3:
  
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The garrison sleeps in the citadel 
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With the ghosts and the ancient stones 
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High up on the parapet 
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A Scottish piper stands alone 
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And high on the wind 
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The highland drums begin to roll 
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And something from the past just comes 
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And stares into my soul 


Pre-Chorus
 
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And it's cold on the tollgate 
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With the wagons creeping through 
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Cold on the tollgate 
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God knows what I could do with you 


 
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And it's what it is 
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It's what it is now 
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What it is 
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It's what it is now 



   Instrumental 
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Verse 4:
 
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There's a chink of light, there's a burning wick 
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There's a lantern in the tower 
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Wee willie winkie with a candlestick 
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Still writing songs in the wee wee hours 
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On Charlotte Street 
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I take A walking stick from my hotel 
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The ghost of Dirty Dick 
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Is still in search of little nell 


 
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And it's what it is 
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It's what it is now 
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What it is 
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It's what it is now 



   Outro 
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                         (To Fade)