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Philby
Medium
by Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it strange that I feel 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 in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it is dark in clockwork city,
Contact's gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the silent city,
Shadows down,
I'm disconnected but I don't need pity,
The night's gonna on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny that I feel like Philby,
A on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
in and I'm to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's strange and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, 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 comes, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel a long, long way home,
Now ain't it strange 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
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 in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it is dark in clockwork city,
Contact's gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the silent city,
Shadows down,
I'm disconnected but I don't need pity,
The night's gonna on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny that I feel like Philby,
A on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
in and I'm to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's strange and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, 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 comes, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel a long, long way home,
Now ain't it strange 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
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