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Philby 
Medium
by Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it strange that I feel Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't in the cold,
I'm deep in action on a 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 clockwork city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes seem to close,
Well, I'm standing in the city,
Shadows falling down,
I'm disconnected but I don't need pity,
The night's on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it that I like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting strange 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 moving on.
All night my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm in in a lonesome city
I can't in from the
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't in the cold,
I'm deep in action on a 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 clockwork city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes seem to close,
Well, I'm standing in the city,
Shadows falling down,
I'm disconnected but I don't need pity,
The night's on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it that I like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting strange 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 moving on.
All night my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm in in a lonesome city
I can't in from the
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