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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 in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a city,
I can't come in the cold,
I'm deep in action on a mission,
Contact's broken down,
by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it sure is in this clockwork city,
Contact's never show,
I've got a which can't be broken,
My never to close,
Well, I'm here in the silent city,
Shadows falling 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 shore,
I've got my plans and I must quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's strange 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 on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a city
I can't in from the cold
There's a in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a city,
I can't come in the cold,
I'm deep in action on a mission,
Contact's broken down,
by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it sure is in this clockwork city,
Contact's never show,
I've got a which can't be broken,
My never to close,
Well, I'm here in the silent city,
Shadows falling 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 shore,
I've got my plans and I must quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's strange 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 on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a city
I can't in from the cold
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