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Philby 
Medium
by Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it strange I feel Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm deep in action on a mission,
Contact's down,
Time by, I'm 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 which can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the silent city,
down,
I'm disconnected but I don't 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 stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My can't be blown,
It's getting and it's crazy,
me, 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, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's burning,
Makes me feel a long, way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't in from the
There's a stranger in my soul,
I'm in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm deep in action on a mission,
Contact's down,
Time by, I'm 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 which can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, I'm standing here in the silent city,
down,
I'm disconnected but I don't 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 stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My can't be blown,
It's getting and it's crazy,
me, 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, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's burning,
Makes me feel a long, way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't in from the
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