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Kasabian Processed Beats Lyrics

Last updated: 09/07/2010 11:00:00 AM

I ran from the tide,
Won't let you hide,
Won't let you hide.
I drop beats from this processed meat for a:
Conversation on meditation and,
I cut waves like some unborn sage just like:
Terrorists on a day of rest singin'.

I ran from the tide,
Won't let you hide,
Won't let you hide.

I break bones - stealin' mobile phones and I'm:
Cuttin' deals for these homeless meals - makin':
Idle threats using Chinese burns as you:
Load my head with the Grateful Dead singin'.

I ran from the tide,
Won't let you hide,
Won't let you hide.

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.

I ran from the tide,
Won't let you hide,
Won't let you hide.

Thanks to Greta Elektronika for submitting Processed Beats Lyrics.



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madchester | Reviewer: craig | 11/16/2007

this quirky song takes me back to the mid 90 s and the madchester days of bands such as the stone roses and happy mondays, with toe slapping trip beats and a sensational bass line give it a real standout quality , not like the usual sound kasabian offers to the music world, i love it grrrr.