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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 lonesome city,
I can't come in the cold,
I'm deep in action on a mission,
Contact's broken down,
by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a 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 seem to close,
Well, I'm standing in the silent city,
Shadows 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 feel Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm 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.
Four o'clock and nothing's moving,
Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring,
A Morning comes, be on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
me such a long, way home,
Now ain't it strange that I like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in the cold
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't come in the cold,
I'm deep in action on a mission,
Contact's broken down,
by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a 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 seem to close,
Well, I'm standing in the silent city,
Shadows 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 feel Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm 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.
Four o'clock and nothing's moving,
Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring,
A Morning comes, be on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
me such a long, way home,
Now ain't it strange that I like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in the cold
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