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Philby 
Medium
de Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it strange I feel like Philby,
There's a in my soul,
I'm in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't in from the cold,
I'm deep in action on a secret mission,
Contact's down,
Time drags by, I'm suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it is in this clockwork city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes never to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the silent city,
Shadows falling down,
I'm disconnected but I don't pity,
The night's gonna on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny that I feel like Philby,
A on a foreign shore,
I've got my and I move quickly,
There's a knock the door,
in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, is on?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Four o'clock and nothing's moving,
Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring,
A comes, must be on.
All night my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it that I feel like Philby,
There's a in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
There's a in my soul,
I'm in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't in from the cold,
I'm deep in action on a secret mission,
Contact's down,
Time drags by, I'm suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it is in this clockwork city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes never to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the silent city,
Shadows falling down,
I'm disconnected but I don't pity,
The night's gonna on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny that I feel like Philby,
A on a foreign shore,
I've got my and I move quickly,
There's a knock the door,
in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, is on?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Four o'clock and nothing's moving,
Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring,
A comes, must be on.
All night my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it that I feel like Philby,
There's a in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
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