Kasabian – Processed Beats (Guitar)

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(I ran from the tide, won't let you hide, won't let you hide)

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I drop beats from this processed meat

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For a conversation, a meditation, and

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I cut waves like some unborn sage

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Just like terrorists on a day of rest singing

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(I ran from the tide, won't let you hide, won't let you hide)

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I break bones, stealing mobile phones

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And I'm cutting deals for these homeless meals

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Making idle threats using Chinese burns

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As you load my head with the grateful dead, singing

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(I ran from the tide, won't let you hide, won't let you hide)

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(I ran from the tide, won't let you hide, won't let you hide)

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(I ran from the tide, won't let you hide, won't let you hide)

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(I ran from the tide, won't let you hide, won't let you hide)