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Philby Medium
de Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm in transit in a city,
I can't come 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 gonna show,
I've got a code can't be broken,
My seem to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the 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 funny that I feel Philby,
A stranger on a shore,
I've got my and I must move quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's getting crazy,
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, be moving on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it that I feel like Philby,
There's a 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 in transit in a city,
I can't come 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 gonna show,
I've got a code can't be broken,
My seem to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the 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 funny that I feel Philby,
A stranger on a shore,
I've got my and I must move quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's getting crazy,
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, be moving on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it that I feel like Philby,
There's a in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in the cold
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