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Philby 
Medium
by Rory Gallagher
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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,
I'm deep in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time drags by, I'm 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 gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the city,
Shadows 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 funny I feel 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 and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, is 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 my mind's burning,
Makes me such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm in transit in a city
I can't in from the
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 secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time drags by, I'm 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 gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the city,
Shadows 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 funny I feel 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 and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, is 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 my mind's burning,
Makes me such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm in transit in a city
I can't in from the
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