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Philby 
Medium
by Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it strange I feel 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 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 sure is dark in clockwork city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code can't be broken,
My eyes 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 I feel like Philby,
A on a foreign shore,
I've got my and I quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm close 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 night my mind's burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it strange that I like Philby,
There's a in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome 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 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 sure is dark in clockwork city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code can't be broken,
My eyes 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 I feel like Philby,
A on a foreign shore,
I've got my and I quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm close 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 night my mind's burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it strange that I like Philby,
There's a in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't in from the cold
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