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Philby 
Medium
de Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it strange that I feel Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a city,
I can't in from the cold,
I'm in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time drags by, I'm suspicion,
There's a on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it sure is dark in this city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a which can't be broken,
My eyes never to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the silent city,
Shadows 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 plans and I move quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
Still in and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, what is going on?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Four o'clock and nothing's moving,
Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring,
A Morning comes, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
me feel such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it strange I feel Philby,
There's a stranger in my
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a city,
I can't in from the cold,
I'm in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time drags by, I'm suspicion,
There's a on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it sure is dark in this city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a which can't be broken,
My eyes never to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the silent city,
Shadows 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 plans and I move quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
Still in and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, what is going on?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Four o'clock and nothing's moving,
Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring,
A Morning comes, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
me feel such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it strange I feel Philby,
There's a stranger in my
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
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