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Philby 
Medium
de Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it that I like Philby,
There's a in my soul,
I'm lost in in a lonesome city,
I can't in the cold,
I'm deep in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it sure is in this city,
Contact's 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 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 foreign shore,
I've got my and I move quickly,
There's a upon the door,
Still 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, 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 comes, be on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
me such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I 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
There's a in my soul,
I'm lost in in a lonesome city,
I can't in the cold,
I'm deep in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it sure is in this city,
Contact's 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 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 foreign shore,
I've got my and I move quickly,
There's a upon the door,
Still 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, 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 comes, be on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
me such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I 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
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