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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 lost in transit in a city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time drags by, I'm suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's never 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 pity,
The night's gonna burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny that I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a knock the door,
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My can't be blown,
It's getting and it's 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 Morning comes, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's burning,
Makes me such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time drags by, I'm suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's never 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 pity,
The night's gonna burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny that I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a knock the door,
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My can't be blown,
It's getting and it's 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 Morning comes, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's burning,
Makes me such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
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