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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 lost in in a lonesome city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm deep in on a mission,
Contact's down,
Time drags by, I'm above 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 can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing in the silent city,
falling 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 that I like Philby,
A stranger on a shore,
I've got my plans and I quickly,
There's a knock the door,
in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting and it's crazy,
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, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
Makes me a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in in a lonesome city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm deep in on a mission,
Contact's down,
Time drags by, I'm above 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 can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing in the silent city,
falling 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 that I like Philby,
A stranger on a shore,
I've got my plans and I quickly,
There's a knock the door,
in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting and it's crazy,
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, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
Makes me a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
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