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Philby 
Medium
by Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it strange I like Philby,
There's a in my soul,
I'm in transit in a city,
I can't in from the cold,
I'm 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 sure is in city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code can't be broken,
My eyes never to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the city,
falling down,
I'm disconnected 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 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 and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, is going on?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
o'clock and nothing's moving,
Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring,
A comes, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's burning,
Makes me feel a long, way from home,
Now ain't it strange 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
There's a in my soul,
I'm in transit in a city,
I can't in from the cold,
I'm 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 sure is in city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code can't be broken,
My eyes never to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the city,
falling down,
I'm disconnected 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 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 and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, is going on?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
o'clock and nothing's moving,
Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring,
A comes, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's burning,
Makes me feel a long, way from home,
Now ain't it strange 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
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