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Philby 
Medium
de Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't in from the cold,
I'm deep in on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time by, I'm suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it is in this clockwork city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the 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 that I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a shore,
I've got my plans and I must quickly,
There's a the door,
Still in and I'm close to danger,
My 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 comes, must be on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
me a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
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 lonesome city,
I can't in from the cold,
I'm deep in on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time by, I'm suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it is in this clockwork city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the 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 that I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a shore,
I've got my plans and I must quickly,
There's a the door,
Still in and I'm close to danger,
My 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 comes, must be on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
me a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
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