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Philby 
Medium
by Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it strange I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm deep in on a mission,
Contact's broken down,
drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a 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 which can't be broken,
My eyes seem to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the silent city,
Shadows falling down,
I'm but I don't need pity,
The night's burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny that I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a 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 getting 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 comes, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's burning,
me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it that I like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm in transit in a lonesome city
I can't in from the
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm deep in on a mission,
Contact's broken down,
drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a 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 which can't be broken,
My eyes seem to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the silent city,
Shadows falling down,
I'm but I don't need pity,
The night's burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny that I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a 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 getting 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 comes, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's burning,
me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it that I like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm in transit in a lonesome city
I can't in from the
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