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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 lonesome city,
I can't come in from 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.
Well it is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's never show,
I've got a code can't be broken,
My eyes seem to close,
Well, I'm here in the city,
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 funny I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting and it's getting crazy,
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 my mind's been burning,
me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange I feel Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in 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 lonesome city,
I can't come in from 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.
Well it is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's never show,
I've got a code can't be broken,
My eyes seem to close,
Well, I'm here in the city,
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 funny I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting and it's getting crazy,
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 my mind's been burning,
me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange I feel Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
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