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Philby 
Medium
by Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't come in from 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 can't be broken,
My seem to close,
Well, I'm here in the silent city,
Shadows falling down,
I'm but I don't need pity,
The night's gonna 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 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 strange and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, what 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 my mind's burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a in my soul
I'm in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't come in from 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 can't be broken,
My seem to close,
Well, I'm here in the silent city,
Shadows falling down,
I'm but I don't need pity,
The night's gonna 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 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 strange and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, what 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 my mind's burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a in my soul
I'm in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
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