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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 lost in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm in action on a secret mission,
Contact's down,
Time by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's never show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes never 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 burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it that I feel Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
in transit and I'm close to danger,
My can't be blown,
It's strange and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, what is going on?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
o'clock and nothing's moving,
Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring,
A Morning comes, be on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
There's a in my soul,
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm in action on a secret mission,
Contact's down,
Time by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's never show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes never 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 burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it that I feel Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a knock upon the door,
in transit and I'm close to danger,
My can't be blown,
It's strange and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, what is going on?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
o'clock and nothing's moving,
Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring,
A Morning comes, be on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
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