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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Recording Engineer
Chris Hughes
Chris Hughes
Producer

Lyrics

A say's he's glad to be here
B's chasing storms in the lightning state
Where everyday above ground is a good day
And life is great
A's got cocaine body
B's got a benylin brain
A knows he's gonna be somebody
B don't believe in fame
And all our time slips away
And all our time slips away
A's got a girl for each season
B's got a mail order bride
A knows he's headed for salvation
B's afraid to die
If hell is in the detail
Babe, I'm a microscope
I know I'll live to see you swinging
Given enough rope
And all our time slips away
And all our time slips away
And all our time slips away
And all our time slips away
A's growing tired of conversation
He's ready for his final scene
B's whistling Hotel California
And still living out the dream
Here we are together
Let's roll the dice just one more time
Odd number says we walk away now
Even says we die
Don't wanna die
(The storm is rising in me, the storm is rising in me)
(The blood is rising in me, the blood is rising in me)
(The storm is rising in me, the storm is rising in me)
(The blood is rising in me, the blood is rising in me)
And all our time slips away (the storm is rising in me, the storm is rising in me)
(The blood is rising in me, the blood is rising in me)
And all our time slips away (the storm is rising in me, the storm is rising in me)
(The blood is rising in me, the blood is rising in me)
And all our time slips away (the storm is rising in me, the storm is rising in me)
Written by: Tom McRae
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