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Philby 
Medium
de Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it strange that I like Philby,
There's a in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a 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 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 which can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing in the silent city,
Shadows 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 I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a shore,
I've got my and I quickly,
There's a knock the door,
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting and it's crazy,
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 comes, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
me feel a long, way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm in transit in a city
I can't in the cold
There's a in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a 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 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 which can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing in the silent city,
Shadows 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 I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a shore,
I've got my and I quickly,
There's a knock the door,
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting and it's crazy,
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 comes, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
me feel a long, way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm in transit in a city
I can't in the cold
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