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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 in in a lonesome city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm in on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it sure is in city,
Contact's never show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes seem to close,
Well, I'm standing 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 funny that I Philby,
A on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I move quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
in and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's strange and it's getting crazy,
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 on.
All night long my mind's burning,
Makes me 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 lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm in in a lonesome city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm in on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it sure is in city,
Contact's never show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes seem to close,
Well, I'm standing 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 funny that I Philby,
A on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I move quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
in and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's strange and it's getting crazy,
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 on.
All night long my mind's burning,
Makes me 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 lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
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