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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 come in the cold,
I'm in on a secret mission,
Contact's down,
Time by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's never show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm here in the silent city,
Shadows falling down,
I'm 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 and I must 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 and it's getting crazy,
Tell 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 from home,
Now ain't it strange I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my
I'm lost in transit in a city
I can't in the cold
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't come in the cold,
I'm in on a secret mission,
Contact's down,
Time by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's never show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm here in the silent city,
Shadows falling down,
I'm 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 and I must 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 and it's getting crazy,
Tell 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 from home,
Now ain't it strange I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my
I'm lost in transit in a city
I can't in the cold
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