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Philby Medium
by 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 transit in a city,
I can't in from the cold,
I'm deep in on a mission,
Contact's broken 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 eyes seem to close,
Well, I'm here in the 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 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 to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's getting crazy,
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 comes, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
me feel such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in the
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm in transit in a city,
I can't in from the cold,
I'm deep in on a mission,
Contact's broken 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 eyes seem to close,
Well, I'm here in the 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 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 to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's getting crazy,
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 comes, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
me feel such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in the
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