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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 from the cold,
I'm deep in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time drags 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 seem to close,
Well, I'm standing in the silent city,
Shadows down,
I'm but I don't pity,
The night's burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
Still in and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's 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 comes, must be moving on.
All my mind's been burning,
me feel such a long, long way from home,
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 from the cold
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm deep in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time drags 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 seem to close,
Well, I'm standing in the silent city,
Shadows down,
I'm but I don't pity,
The night's burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
Still in and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's 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 comes, must be moving on.
All my mind's been burning,
me feel such a long, long way from home,
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 from the cold
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