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Philby 
Medium
by Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it I feel Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a city,
I can't come 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 sure is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code can't be broken,
My never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing in the silent city,
Shadows 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 funny that I like Philby,
A on a shore,
I've got my plans and I must 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 crazy,
Tell me, is going on?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
o'clock and nothing's moving,
Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring,
A Morning comes, be moving on.
All night my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a city,
I can't come 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 sure is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code can't be broken,
My never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing in the silent city,
Shadows 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 funny that I like Philby,
A on a shore,
I've got my plans and I must 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 crazy,
Tell me, is going on?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
o'clock and nothing's moving,
Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring,
A Morning comes, be moving on.
All night my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the
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