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Philby 
Medium
de Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it that I like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a city,
I can't in from the cold,
I'm in action on a mission,
Contact's broken down,
by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it is in this clockwork city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes never to close,
Well, I'm standing in the silent city,
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 that I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a the door,
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's 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 Morning comes, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel a long, long way home,
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 the cold
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a city,
I can't in from the cold,
I'm in action on a mission,
Contact's broken down,
by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it is in this clockwork city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes never to close,
Well, I'm standing in the silent city,
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 that I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a the door,
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's 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 Morning comes, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel a long, long way home,
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 the cold
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