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Philby 
Medium
by Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it 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 cold,
I'm deep in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time drags 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 city,
Contact's gonna show,
I've got a which can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the silent city,
falling down,
I'm disconnected but I don't need pity,
The night's gonna burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it that I feel like 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 strange and it's crazy,
me, 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 long my mind's been burning,
me feel such a long, way home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm in in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't in from the cold,
I'm deep in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time drags 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 city,
Contact's gonna show,
I've got a which can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the silent city,
falling down,
I'm disconnected but I don't need pity,
The night's gonna burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it that I feel like 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 strange and it's crazy,
me, 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 long my mind's been burning,
me feel such a long, way home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm in in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
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