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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 stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in in a lonesome city,
I can't come in the cold,
I'm deep in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
drags by, I'm suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
it sure is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's show,
I've got a code can't be broken,
My eyes 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 gonna burn 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 must quickly,
There's a knock the door,
in and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting 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 Morning comes, be moving on.
All night long my mind's burning,
me feel a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a in my soul
I'm in in a lonesome city
I can't in the cold
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in in a lonesome city,
I can't come in the cold,
I'm deep in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
drags by, I'm suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
it sure is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's show,
I've got a code can't be broken,
My eyes 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 gonna burn 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 must quickly,
There's a knock the door,
in and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting 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 Morning comes, be moving on.
All night long my mind's burning,
me feel a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a in my soul
I'm in in a lonesome city
I can't in the cold
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