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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 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 secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it sure is in this clockwork city,
Contact's never show,
I've got a code 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 need pity,
The night's gonna burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it I like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my and I must quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
in 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, must be moving on.
All long my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I 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
There's a 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 secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it sure is in this clockwork city,
Contact's never show,
I've got a code 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 need pity,
The night's gonna burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it I like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my and I must quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
in 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, must be moving on.
All long my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I 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
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