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Philby 
Medium
by Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it strange I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm deep in action on a mission,
Contact's 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 clockwork city,
Contact's gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My never seem to close,
Well, I'm here in the silent city,
Shadows falling down,
I'm 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 stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a the door,
in transit 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, be on.
All night my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it strange I like Philby,
There's a in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in the cold
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm deep in action on a mission,
Contact's 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 clockwork city,
Contact's gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My never seem to close,
Well, I'm here in the silent city,
Shadows falling down,
I'm 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 stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a the door,
in transit 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, be on.
All night my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it strange I like Philby,
There's a in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in the cold
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