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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 in in a city,
I can't come in the cold,
I'm deep in 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 dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's never show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes 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 burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it that I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, what is on?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
o'clock and nothing's moving,
Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring,
A Morning comes, be moving on.
All night my mind's been burning,
Makes me such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it strange that I like Philby,
There's a in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't in from the cold
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm in in a city,
I can't come in the cold,
I'm deep in 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 dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's never show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes 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 burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it that I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, what is on?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
o'clock and nothing's moving,
Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring,
A Morning comes, be moving on.
All night my mind's been burning,
Makes me such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it strange that I like Philby,
There's a in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't in from the cold
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