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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 in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't come in the cold,
I'm deep in on a secret mission,
Contact's down,
Time drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
it is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My never to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the silent city,
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 and I must quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting and it's getting crazy,
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 on.
All long my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel a 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 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 on a secret mission,
Contact's down,
Time drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
it is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My never to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the silent city,
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 and I must quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting and it's getting crazy,
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 on.
All long my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel a 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 the cold
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