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Philby 
Medium
de Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it strange I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm in transit in a city,
I can't in from the cold,
I'm deep in action on a mission,
Contact's down,
Time drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
it sure is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm in the silent city,
Shadows falling down,
I'm disconnected but I don't need pity,
The night's on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny that I feel like Philby,
A on a foreign shore,
I've got my and I must quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
in transit and I'm to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's strange and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, is on?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Four o'clock and nothing's moving,
Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring,
A comes, be moving on.
All long my mind's burning,
Makes me feel a long, way home,
Now ain't it strange I like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm in transit in a city,
I can't in from the cold,
I'm deep in action on a mission,
Contact's down,
Time drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
it sure is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm in the silent city,
Shadows falling down,
I'm disconnected but I don't need pity,
The night's on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny that I feel like Philby,
A on a foreign shore,
I've got my and I must quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
in transit and I'm to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's strange and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, is on?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Four o'clock and nothing's moving,
Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring,
A comes, be moving on.
All long my mind's burning,
Makes me feel a long, way home,
Now ain't it strange I like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
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