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Philby 
Medium
by Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it strange I feel Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't in from the cold,
I'm deep in on a secret mission,
Contact's 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 dark in this city,
Contact's never show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes seem to close,
Well, I'm here in the silent city,
Shadows down,
I'm disconnected but I don't need pity,
The night's 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 knock upon the door,
Still in and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting and it's getting 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 burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a 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 in from the cold,
I'm deep in on a secret mission,
Contact's 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 dark in this city,
Contact's never show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes seem to close,
Well, I'm here in the silent city,
Shadows down,
I'm disconnected but I don't need pity,
The night's 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 knock upon the door,
Still in and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting and it's getting 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 burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a city
I can't come in the cold
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