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Philby 
Medium
by Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it strange I feel 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 deep in action on a mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time by, I'm suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
it sure is in this clockwork city,
Contact's gonna show,
I've got a code can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the 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 upon the door,
in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's strange and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, what is 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 a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel Philby,
There's a 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 deep in action on a mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time by, I'm suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
it sure is in this clockwork city,
Contact's gonna show,
I've got a code can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the 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 upon the door,
in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's strange and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, what is 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 a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel Philby,
There's a in my soul
I'm in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
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