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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 city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm in on a 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 dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's never show,
I've got a can't be broken,
My eyes seem to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the city,
down,
I'm disconnected but I don't need pity,
The night's burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I move quickly,
There's a knock 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,
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 Morning comes, must be moving on.
All my mind's been burning,
Makes me such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm in transit in a city
I can't come in the cold
There's a in my soul,
I'm lost in in a city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm in on a 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 dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's never show,
I've got a can't be broken,
My eyes seem to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the city,
down,
I'm disconnected but I don't need pity,
The night's burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I move quickly,
There's a knock 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,
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 Morning comes, must be moving on.
All my mind's been burning,
Makes me such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm in transit in a city
I can't come in the cold
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