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Philby 
Medium
by Rory Gallagher
Fill In the blanks, then press Score to check your answers
Now ain't it strange that I 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 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 show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes never to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the silent city,
Shadows falling 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 that I feel Philby,
A on a shore,
I've got my plans and I must quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
Still in and I'm to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's crazy,
me, what is going on?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
o'clock and nothing's moving,
Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring,
A comes, be moving on.
All long my mind's burning,
Makes me feel a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from 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 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 show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes never to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the silent city,
Shadows falling 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 that I feel Philby,
A on a shore,
I've got my plans and I must quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
Still in and I'm to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's crazy,
me, what is going on?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
o'clock and nothing's moving,
Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring,
A comes, be moving on.
All long my mind's burning,
Makes me feel a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
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