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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 lost in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't 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.
Well it is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's never show,
I've got a which can't be broken,
My eyes never to close,
Well, I'm here in the city,
falling down,
I'm but I don't need pity,
The night's burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my and I must move quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's 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, must be moving on.
All long my mind's burning,
Makes me feel such a long, way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a in my
I'm lost in in a lonesome 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 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.
Well it is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's never show,
I've got a which can't be broken,
My eyes never to close,
Well, I'm here in the city,
falling down,
I'm but I don't need pity,
The night's burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my and I must move quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's 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, must be moving on.
All long my mind's burning,
Makes me feel such a long, way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a in my
I'm lost in in a lonesome city
I can't in the cold
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