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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 in a lonesome city,
I can't come in the cold,
I'm in action on a secret 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 city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the silent city,
falling down,
I'm disconnected but I don't need pity,
The night's burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it that I Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my 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,
Tell me, what is 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 moving on.
All night long my mind's burning,
Makes me feel such 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 the cold
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in in a lonesome city,
I can't come in the cold,
I'm in action on a secret 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 city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the silent city,
falling down,
I'm disconnected but I don't need pity,
The night's burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it that I Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my 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,
Tell me, what is 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 moving on.
All night long my mind's burning,
Makes me feel such 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 the cold
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