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Philby 
Medium
de Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it strange I like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't come in the cold,
I'm deep in action on a mission,
Contact's 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 never gonna show,
I've got a code can't be broken,
My eyes never 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 burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it that I feel Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I move quickly,
There's a upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting strange 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 feel such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it strange 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
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't come in the cold,
I'm deep in action on a mission,
Contact's 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 never gonna show,
I've got a code can't be broken,
My eyes never 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 burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it that I feel Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I move quickly,
There's a upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting strange 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 feel such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it strange 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
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