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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 in my soul,
I'm in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm deep in on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
it is dark in city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm here in the silent city,
down,
I'm disconnected 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 Philby,
A on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a knock the door,
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's getting crazy,
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 Morning comes, be moving on.
All night my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my
I'm in transit in a city
I can't in from the cold
There's a in my soul,
I'm in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm deep in on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
it is dark in city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm here in the silent city,
down,
I'm disconnected 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 Philby,
A on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a knock the door,
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's getting crazy,
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 Morning comes, be moving on.
All night my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my
I'm in transit in a city
I can't in from the cold
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