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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 mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time drags 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 show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My never to close,
Well, I'm here in the silent city,
down,
I'm but I don't need pity,
The night's gonna burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny that I feel Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my and I must quickly,
There's a knock the door,
Still in and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting strange 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 Morning comes, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel such a long, way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel Philby,
There's a stranger in my
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't 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 mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time drags 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 show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My never to close,
Well, I'm here in the silent city,
down,
I'm but I don't need pity,
The night's gonna burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny that I feel Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my and I must quickly,
There's a knock the door,
Still in and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting strange 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 Morning comes, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel such a long, way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel Philby,
There's a stranger in my
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't in from the cold
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