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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 lonesome city,
I can't in the cold,
I'm deep in action on a mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time 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 which can't be broken,
My eyes seem to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the silent city,
falling 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 I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a shore,
I've got my plans and I quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
in transit and I'm close to danger,
My can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's 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 been burning,
Makes me a long, way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I 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 cold
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't in the cold,
I'm deep in action on a mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time 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 which can't be broken,
My eyes seem to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the silent city,
falling 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 I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a shore,
I've got my plans and I quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
in transit and I'm close to danger,
My can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's 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 been burning,
Makes me a long, way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I 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 cold
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