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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 in my soul,
I'm in transit in a lonesome 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.
Well it sure is dark in clockwork city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code can't be broken,
My to close,
Well, I'm standing 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 that I like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a upon the door,
in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's 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 night my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel Philby,
There's a in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come 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 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.
Well it sure is dark in clockwork city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code can't be broken,
My to close,
Well, I'm standing 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 that I like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a upon the door,
in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's 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 night my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel Philby,
There's a in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
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