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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 stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't in from the cold,
I'm in action on a mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time by, I'm 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 show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My never seem to close,
Well, I'm here in the silent city,
Shadows down,
I'm disconnected 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 Philby,
A on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting and it's 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, be on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
me a long, long way home,
Now ain't it strange that I like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm in transit in a lonesome city
I can't in from the
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 in action on a mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time by, I'm 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 show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My never seem to close,
Well, I'm here in the silent city,
Shadows down,
I'm disconnected 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 Philby,
A on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting and it's 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, be on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
me a long, long way home,
Now ain't it strange that I like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm in transit in a lonesome city
I can't in from the
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