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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 in a city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm deep in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it sure is dark in clockwork city,
Contact's gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes to close,
Well, I'm here in the silent city,
Shadows 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 on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a upon the door,
in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's strange and it's crazy,
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, be moving on.
All night long my mind's burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it that I feel like Philby,
There's a in my
I'm lost in in a lonesome city
I can't in from the cold
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in in a city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm deep in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it sure is dark in clockwork city,
Contact's gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes to close,
Well, I'm here in the silent city,
Shadows 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 on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a upon the door,
in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's strange and it's crazy,
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, be moving on.
All night long my mind's burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it that I feel like Philby,
There's a in my
I'm lost in in a lonesome city
I can't in from the cold
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