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 lost 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,
drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

it is in this city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing 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 I like Philby,
A on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's 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 Morning comes, be moving on.
All night long my mind's burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home,

Now ain't it that I feel like Philby,
There's a in my soul
I'm lost in in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the

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