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Philby 
Medium
by Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it strange 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 from 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.
Well it sure is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My never to close,
Well, I'm standing here 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 feel Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must 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,
me, is 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, must be moving on.
All night my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't in from the cold
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't in from 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.
Well it sure is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My never to close,
Well, I'm standing here 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 feel Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must 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,
me, is 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, must be moving on.
All night my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't in from the cold
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