Philby Medium

by Rory Gallagher

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Now ain't it that I feel Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't in from the cold,
I'm deep in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Well it sure is dark in city,
Contact's never show,
I've got a which can't be broken,
My eyes never to close,
Well, I'm here in the silent city,
Shadows 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 Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I 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 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 long my mind's been burning,
me such a long, long way from home,

Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in the

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