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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 action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it sure is in this city,
Contact's never 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 but I don't need pity,
The night's gonna burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it that I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I move quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
in transit and I'm to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's 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 Morning comes, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's burning,
me such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it strange I Philby,
There's a 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 lost in transit in a city,
I can't come in the cold,
I'm in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it sure is in this city,
Contact's never 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 but I don't need pity,
The night's gonna burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it that I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I move quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
in transit and I'm to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's 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 Morning comes, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's burning,
me such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it strange I Philby,
There's a in my
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
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