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Philby 
Medium
de Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it strange that I feel 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 action on a mission,
Contact's down,
Time by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
it sure is dark in this city,
Contact's show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm in the silent city,
Shadows falling down,
I'm disconnected but I don't need pity,
The night's gonna on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny that I 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 strange and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, what is 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 my mind's burning,
Makes me feel such a long, way home,
Now ain't it that I feel like Philby,
There's a in my
I'm lost in in a lonesome city
I can't come in the
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 action on a mission,
Contact's down,
Time by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
it sure is dark in this city,
Contact's show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm in the silent city,
Shadows falling down,
I'm disconnected but I don't need pity,
The night's gonna on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny that I 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 strange and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, what is 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 my mind's burning,
Makes me feel such a long, way home,
Now ain't it that I feel like Philby,
There's a in my
I'm lost in in a lonesome city
I can't come in the
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