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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 in a lonesome city,
I can't in the cold,
I'm in 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 is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing here 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 that I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I move quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My can't be blown,
It's getting and it's getting crazy,
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 Morning comes, must be moving on.
All long my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm in transit in a lonesome city
I can't in the
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in in a lonesome city,
I can't in the cold,
I'm in 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 is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing here 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 that I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I move quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My can't be blown,
It's getting and it's getting crazy,
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 Morning comes, must be moving on.
All long my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm in transit in a lonesome city
I can't in the
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