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Philby 
Medium
by Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it I like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm in transit in a city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm deep in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
it is in this clockwork city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes seem to close,
Well, I'm here in the 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 like Philby,
A on a foreign shore,
I've got my 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 strange and it's getting 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 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 like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in in a lonesome city
I can't come in the cold
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm in transit in a city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm deep in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
it is in this clockwork city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes seem to close,
Well, I'm here in the 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 like Philby,
A on a foreign shore,
I've got my 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 strange and it's getting 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 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 like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in in a lonesome city
I can't come in the cold
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