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Philby Medium
by Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it strange that I Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't come in the cold,
I'm deep in on a secret mission,
Contact's down,
Time drags 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 never gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the silent city,
Shadows falling down,
I'm disconnected but I don't pity,
The night's on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny that I feel like Philby,
A on a shore,
I've got my plans and I quickly,
There's a the door,
Still in and I'm close to danger,
My can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's getting 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 moving on.
All long my mind's been burning,
Makes me such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a city
I can't come in from the
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't come in the cold,
I'm deep in on a secret mission,
Contact's down,
Time drags 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 never gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the silent city,
Shadows falling down,
I'm disconnected but I don't pity,
The night's on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny that I feel like Philby,
A on a shore,
I've got my plans and I quickly,
There's a the door,
Still in and I'm close to danger,
My can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's getting 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 moving on.
All long my mind's been burning,
Makes me such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a city
I can't come in from the
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