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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 on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
it sure is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's never show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My never to close,
Well, I'm standing 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 I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a knock the door,
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, what is going 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 long my mind's been burning,
me feel a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it I Philby,
There's a stranger in my
I'm in transit in a city
I can't come in from 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 on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
it sure is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's never show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My never to close,
Well, I'm standing 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 I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a knock the door,
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, what is going 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 long my mind's been burning,
me feel a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it I Philby,
There's a stranger in my
I'm in transit in a city
I can't come in from the cold
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