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Philby 
Medium
de Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it strange that I feel Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a city,
I can't come in the cold,
I'm deep in action on a mission,
Contact's broken down,
drags by, I'm suspicion,
There's a on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it sure is dark in this city,
Contact's gonna show,
I've got a can't be broken,
My eyes never seem 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 burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it that I feel Philby,
A on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I quickly,
There's a knock upon 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, 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 Morning comes, must be moving on.
All night my mind's been burning,
Makes me such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel Philby,
There's a in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a city
I can't come in the cold
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a city,
I can't come in the cold,
I'm deep in action on a mission,
Contact's broken down,
drags by, I'm suspicion,
There's a on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it sure is dark in this city,
Contact's gonna show,
I've got a can't be broken,
My eyes never seem 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 burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it that I feel Philby,
A on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I quickly,
There's a knock upon 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, 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 Morning comes, must be moving on.
All night my mind's been burning,
Makes me such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel Philby,
There's a in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a city
I can't come in the cold
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