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