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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 transit 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 above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it sure is in this clockwork city,
Contact's gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes to close,
Well, I'm standing in the silent city,
Shadows falling down,
I'm disconnected but I don't need pity,
The night's gonna on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it that I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I quickly,
There's a knock the door,
Still in and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting 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 long my mind's burning,
Makes me a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel Philby,
There's a stranger in my
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 come in the cold,
I'm deep in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it sure is in this clockwork city,
Contact's gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes to close,
Well, I'm standing in the silent city,
Shadows falling down,
I'm disconnected but I don't need pity,
The night's gonna on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it that I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I quickly,
There's a knock the door,
Still in and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting 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 long my mind's burning,
Makes me a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel Philby,
There's a stranger in my
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
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