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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 in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm deep in on a secret mission,
Contact's down,
Time by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice 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 never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the silent city,
falling down,
I'm disconnected but I don't need pity,
The night's burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it I like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I move 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 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 my mind's been burning,
Makes me such a long, way from home,
Now ain't it that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in in a lonesome city
I can't come in the cold
There's a in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm deep in on a secret mission,
Contact's down,
Time by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice 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 never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the silent city,
falling down,
I'm disconnected but I don't need pity,
The night's burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it I like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I move 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 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 my mind's been burning,
Makes me such a long, way from home,
Now ain't it that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in in a lonesome city
I can't come in the cold
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