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Philby Medium
by Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it that I feel Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't come in the cold,
I'm deep in action 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.
it sure is in clockwork city,
Contact's gonna show,
I've got a which can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the city,
Shadows 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 Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must quickly,
There's a upon the door,
Still 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 going on?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
o'clock and nothing's moving,
Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring,
A comes, must be moving on.
All night my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it strange that I like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't come in the cold,
I'm deep in action 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.
it sure is in clockwork city,
Contact's gonna show,
I've got a which can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the city,
Shadows 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 Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must quickly,
There's a upon the door,
Still 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 going on?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
o'clock and nothing's moving,
Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring,
A comes, must be moving on.
All night my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it strange that I like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the
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