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Philby 
Medium
by Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it strange that I like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't come in the cold,
I'm in on a secret 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 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 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 upon the door,
Still in and I'm to danger,
My can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's 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 Morning comes, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
me feel a long, way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel Philby,
There's a stranger in my
I'm lost in transit in a city
I can't in from the cold
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't come in the cold,
I'm in on a secret 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 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 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 upon the door,
Still in and I'm to danger,
My can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's 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 Morning comes, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
me feel a long, way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel Philby,
There's a stranger in my
I'm lost in transit in a city
I can't in from the cold
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