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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 in in a lonesome city,
I can't in the cold,
I'm deep in action on a mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it sure is dark in this city,
Contact's gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My never seem to close,
Well, I'm here in the silent city,
Shadows falling 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 like Philby,
A stranger on a shore,
I've got my plans and I must quickly,
There's a upon the door,
in transit 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.
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 been burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I like Philby,
There's a stranger in my
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm in in a lonesome city,
I can't in the cold,
I'm deep in action on a mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it sure is dark in this city,
Contact's gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My never seem to close,
Well, I'm here in the silent city,
Shadows falling 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 like Philby,
A stranger on a shore,
I've got my plans and I must quickly,
There's a upon the door,
in transit 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.
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 been burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I like Philby,
There's a stranger in my
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
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