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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 in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it sure is dark in clockwork city,
Contact's never show,
I've got a can't be broken,
My to close,
Well, I'm standing in the silent city,
down,
I'm disconnected but I don't need pity,
The night's gonna on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny I feel Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must move 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 strange and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, 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, be moving on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
me such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't in the cold
There's a in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it sure is dark in clockwork city,
Contact's never show,
I've got a can't be broken,
My to close,
Well, I'm standing in the silent city,
down,
I'm disconnected but I don't need pity,
The night's gonna on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny I feel Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must move 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 strange and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, 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, be moving on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
me such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't in the cold
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