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Philby 
Medium
by Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it strange 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,
I'm in on a secret mission,
Contact's 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 show,
I've got a which can't be broken,
My never seem to close,
Well, I'm here in the silent 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 that I feel Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a 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.
o'clock and nothing's moving,
Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring,
A Morning comes, be on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in the cold
There's a in my soul,
I'm lost in in a lonesome city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm in on a secret mission,
Contact's 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 show,
I've got a which can't be broken,
My never seem to close,
Well, I'm here in the silent 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 that I feel Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a 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.
o'clock and nothing's moving,
Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring,
A Morning comes, be on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in the cold
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