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Philby 
Medium
by Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it I Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in in a lonesome city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm deep in action on a mission,
Contact's down,
drags by, I'm suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
it sure is dark in clockwork city,
Contact's never show,
I've got a which can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the silent city,
Shadows falling down,
I'm disconnected but I don't pity,
The night's gonna burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny that I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a shore,
I've got my and I must move quickly,
There's a knock the door,
Still in transit and I'm close 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 moving on.
All my mind's been 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 cold
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in in a lonesome city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm deep in action on a mission,
Contact's down,
drags by, I'm suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
it sure is dark in clockwork city,
Contact's never show,
I've got a which can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the silent city,
Shadows falling down,
I'm disconnected but I don't pity,
The night's gonna burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny that I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a shore,
I've got my and I must move quickly,
There's a knock the door,
Still in transit and I'm close 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 moving on.
All my mind's been 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 cold
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