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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 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 suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
it sure is dark in this city,
Contact's show,
I've got a which can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the city,
Shadows falling down,
I'm but I don't need pity,
The night's gonna burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny that I feel like Philby,
A on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I move quickly,
There's a upon the door,
in 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 comes, be moving on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
me such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a in my
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
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 suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
it sure is dark in this city,
Contact's show,
I've got a which can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the city,
Shadows falling down,
I'm but I don't need pity,
The night's gonna burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now ain't it funny that I feel like Philby,
A on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I move quickly,
There's a upon the door,
in 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 comes, be moving on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
me such a long, long way home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a in my
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
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