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Philby 
Medium
de Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a in my soul,
I'm lost in in a lonesome city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm deep in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
it sure is in this city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My never seem 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 gonna burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny that I feel Philby,
A on a foreign shore,
I've got my and I move quickly,
There's a upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My can't be blown,
It's getting and it's 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, be moving on.
All my mind's burning,
Makes me feel a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in in a city
I can't come in from the cold
There's a in my soul,
I'm lost in in a lonesome city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm deep in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
it sure is in this city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My never seem 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 gonna burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny that I feel Philby,
A on a foreign shore,
I've got my and I move quickly,
There's a upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My can't be blown,
It's getting and it's 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, be moving on.
All my mind's burning,
Makes me feel a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in in a city
I can't come in from the cold
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