Philby Medium

by Rory Gallagher

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Now ain't it I feel like Philby,
There's a in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm deep in on a secret mission,
Contact's down,
Time 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 clockwork city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My never seem to close,
Well, I'm in the silent city,
Shadows 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 feel like Philby,
A stranger on a shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a upon the door,
Still in and I'm to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting and it's getting crazy,
Tell 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 on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
Makes me such a long, long way from home,

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

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