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Philby 
Medium
de Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it that I like Philby,
There's a in my soul,
I'm lost in in a lonesome city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm deep in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time drags by, I'm suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
it sure is dark in this city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code can't be broken,
My eyes never to close,
Well, I'm in the city,
Shadows down,
I'm disconnected but I don't pity,
The night's gonna burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny that I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I move quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
Still in and I'm to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, 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 such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
There's a in my soul,
I'm lost in in a lonesome city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm deep in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time drags by, I'm suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
it sure is dark in this city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code can't be broken,
My eyes never to close,
Well, I'm in the city,
Shadows down,
I'm disconnected but I don't pity,
The night's gonna burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny that I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I move quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
Still in and I'm to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, 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 such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
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