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Philby Medium
by Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it 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 the cold,
I'm in action on a secret mission,
Contact's down,
by, I'm suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
it sure is dark in clockwork city,
Contact's never show,
I've got a which can't be broken,
My never seem to close,
Well, I'm here in the city,
Shadows falling down,
I'm disconnected but I don't need pity,
The night's gonna on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny that I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a shore,
I've got my and I must quickly,
There's a knock upon 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,
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, must be moving on.
All my mind's been burning,
Makes me a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a in my soul
I'm lost in in a city
I can't in the cold
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a city,
I can't come in the cold,
I'm in action on a secret mission,
Contact's down,
by, I'm suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
it sure is dark in clockwork city,
Contact's never show,
I've got a which can't be broken,
My never seem to close,
Well, I'm here in the city,
Shadows falling down,
I'm disconnected but I don't need pity,
The night's gonna on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny that I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a shore,
I've got my and I must quickly,
There's a knock upon 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,
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, must be moving on.
All my mind's been burning,
Makes me a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a in my soul
I'm lost in in a city
I can't in the cold
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