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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 in a lonesome city,
I can't come in the cold,
I'm deep in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
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 clockwork city,
Contact's never show,
I've got a code can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the city,
down,
I'm disconnected but I don't pity,
The night's gonna on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny I feel Philby,
A on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting and it's crazy,
Tell 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, be moving on.
All night long my mind's burning,
Makes me feel a long, long way home,
Now ain't it that I feel Philby,
There's a in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a city
I can't come in from the cold
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm in in a lonesome city,
I can't come in the cold,
I'm deep in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
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 clockwork city,
Contact's never show,
I've got a code can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the city,
down,
I'm disconnected but I don't pity,
The night's gonna on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny I feel Philby,
A on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting and it's crazy,
Tell 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, be moving on.
All night long my mind's burning,
Makes me feel a long, long way home,
Now ain't it that I feel Philby,
There's a in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a city
I can't come in from the cold
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