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Philby 
Medium
by Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it strange that I feel Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm in in a lonesome city,
I can't in the cold,
I'm deep in action on a secret mission,
Contact's down,
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 city,
Contact's show,
I've got a which can't be broken,
My eyes seem to close,
Well, I'm here in the silent city,
Shadows 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 funny that I feel like Philby,
A on a foreign shore,
I've got my and I must 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 strange and it's crazy,
Tell me, what is going on?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
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, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my
I'm lost in transit in a city
I can't in from the cold
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm in in a lonesome city,
I can't in the cold,
I'm deep in action on a secret mission,
Contact's down,
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 city,
Contact's show,
I've got a which can't be broken,
My eyes seem to close,
Well, I'm here in the silent city,
Shadows 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 funny that I feel like Philby,
A on a foreign shore,
I've got my and I must 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 strange and it's crazy,
Tell me, what is going on?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
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, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my
I'm lost in transit in a city
I can't in from the cold
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