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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 in the cold,
I'm deep in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time drags 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 which can't be broken,
My never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing in the silent 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 that I like Philby,
A on a foreign 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 getting 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 comes, must be moving on.
All long my mind's burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a in my soul
I'm in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't in the cold,
I'm deep in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time drags 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 which can't be broken,
My never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing in the silent 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 that I like Philby,
A on a foreign 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 getting 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 comes, must be moving on.
All long my mind's burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a in my soul
I'm in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
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