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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 lost in in a lonesome city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm deep in action on a secret mission,
Contact's down,
Time drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it is in 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 standing here in the silent city,
Shadows falling down,
I'm disconnected but I don't need pity,
The night's gonna burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
in transit and I'm to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's and it's 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, be moving on.
All long my mind's been burning,
me such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it that I feel like 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 lost in in a lonesome city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm deep in action on a secret mission,
Contact's down,
Time drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it is in 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 standing here in the silent city,
Shadows falling down,
I'm disconnected but I don't need pity,
The night's gonna burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
in transit and I'm to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's and it's 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, be moving on.
All long my mind's been burning,
me such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it that I feel like 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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