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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 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 down,
Time drags by, I'm 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 which can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm in the silent city,
Shadows 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 like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I move quickly,
There's a knock the door,
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's 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 long my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a in my
I'm lost in 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 down,
Time drags by, I'm 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 which can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm in the silent city,
Shadows 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 like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I move quickly,
There's a knock the door,
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's 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 long my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a in my
I'm lost in in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
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