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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 in transit in a lonesome city,
I can't come in from the cold,
I'm in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time drags by, I'm suspicion,
There's a on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
it is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My 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 I like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I move quickly,
There's a upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's 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,
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I like Philby,
There's a in my soul
I'm in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
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 in action on a secret mission,
Contact's broken down,
Time drags by, I'm suspicion,
There's a on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
it is dark in this clockwork city,
Contact's never gonna show,
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My 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 I like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
I've got my plans and I move quickly,
There's a upon the door,
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's 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,
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now ain't it strange that I like Philby,
There's a in my soul
I'm in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
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