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Philby 
Medium
de Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm in on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it sure is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's never 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 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 funny that I like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my and I must move quickly,
There's a knock the door,
in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's 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 comes, be on.
All night my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm in transit in a lonesome city
I can't in the cold
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm in on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it sure is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's never 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 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 funny that I like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my and I must move quickly,
There's a knock the door,
in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's 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 comes, be on.
All night my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm in transit in a lonesome city
I can't in the cold
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