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Philby 
Medium
by Rory Gallagher
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Now ain't it strange I feel Philby,
There's a 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 broken down,
Time drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
it sure is dark in this city,
Contact's gonna show,
I've got a code can't be broken,
My eyes never to close,
Well, I'm here in the silent city,
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 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 to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting and it's 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 on.
All night my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel 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 the cold
There's a 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 broken down,
Time drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
it sure is dark in this city,
Contact's gonna show,
I've got a code can't be broken,
My eyes never to close,
Well, I'm here in the silent city,
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 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 to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting and it's 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 on.
All night my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel 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 the cold
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