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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 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.
Well it sure is dark in this city,
Contact's never show,
I've got a code can't be broken,
My eyes never to close,
Well, I'm here in the silent city,
Shadows falling down,
I'm 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 Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my and I move quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
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 Morning comes, be moving on.
All night long my mind's burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a 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 lonesome 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.
Well it sure is dark in this city,
Contact's never show,
I've got a code can't be broken,
My eyes never to close,
Well, I'm here in the silent city,
Shadows falling down,
I'm 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 Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my and I move quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
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 Morning comes, be moving on.
All night long my mind's burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the
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