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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 city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm deep in action on a mission,
Contact's down,
Time drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it is dark in clockwork city,
Contact's gonna 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 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 Philby,
A on a shore,
I've got my and I must move quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
in and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting and it's crazy,
Tell 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, must be on.
All night long my mind's burning,
Makes me feel 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 city
I can't come in the cold
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm deep in action on a mission,
Contact's down,
Time drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it is dark in clockwork city,
Contact's gonna 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 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 Philby,
A on a shore,
I've got my and I must move quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
in and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting and it's crazy,
Tell 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, must be on.
All night long my mind's burning,
Makes me feel 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 city
I can't come in the cold
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