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Philby 
Medium
by Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a in my soul,
I'm in 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,
Time 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 clockwork city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes never to close,
Well, I'm standing in the silent city,
Shadows falling down,
I'm but I don't pity,
The night's gonna on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it I feel Philby,
A stranger 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 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, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
me such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't in the
There's a in my soul,
I'm in 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,
Time 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 clockwork city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes never to close,
Well, I'm standing in the silent city,
Shadows falling down,
I'm but I don't pity,
The night's gonna on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it I feel Philby,
A stranger 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 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, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
me such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't in the
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