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Processed Beats

This is the album version of the track, which was released as the 4th ‘proper’ single from Kasabian.

I ran from the tide. I won’t let you hide, won’t let you hide

I drop beats from this processed meat
For a conversation on meditation
I cut waves like some unborn slaves
Just like terrorists on a day of rest

Singing
I ran from the tide. I won’t let you hide, won’t let you hide

I break bones stealing mobile phones
said I’m cutting deals for these homeless meals
Making idle threats using Chinese burns as you
Load my head with the grateful dead

I ran from the tide. I won’t let you hide, won’t let you hide