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Philby 
Medium
de Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it I like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in in a lonesome city,
I can't in the cold,
I'm deep in on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it sure is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's 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 silent city,
falling down,
I'm 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 foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's strange and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, what 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, must be moving on.
All night my mind's been burning,
me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it that I like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a city
I can't come in from the cold
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in in a lonesome city,
I can't in the cold,
I'm deep in on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it sure is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's 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 silent city,
falling down,
I'm 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 foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's strange and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, what 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, must be moving on.
All night my mind's been burning,
me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it that I like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a city
I can't come in from the cold
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