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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 transit in a city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm deep in action on a secret mission,
Contact's down,
Time by, I'm suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it sure is dark in this city,
Contact's show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes seem to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the city,
Shadows down,
I'm but I don't need pity,
The night's burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny that I like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my and I must move quickly,
There's a knock the door,
Still in and I'm to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's crazy,
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 night long my mind's been burning,
me such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange 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 the
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm deep in action on a secret mission,
Contact's down,
Time by, I'm suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it sure is dark in this city,
Contact's show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes seem to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the city,
Shadows down,
I'm but I don't need pity,
The night's burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny that I like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my and I must move quickly,
There's a knock the door,
Still in and I'm to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's crazy,
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 night long my mind's been burning,
me such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange 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 the
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