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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 city,
I can't come in the cold,
I'm in 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 show,
I've got a which can't be broken,
My eyes never seem 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 on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it that I like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I 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 strange and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, what is 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 night long my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange I 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 stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a city,
I can't come in the cold,
I'm in 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 show,
I've got a which can't be broken,
My eyes never seem 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 on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it that I like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I 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 strange and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, what is 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 night long my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange I 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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