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"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, a meditation and I cut waves like some unborn sage Just like terrorists on a day of rest singing (Corous) I ran from the tide Won't let you hide Won't let you hide I break bones stealing mobile phones And I'm cuttin deals for these homeless meals Making idle threats using chinese burns As you load my head with the Grateful Dead singing (Guitar solo) 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 I ran from the tide Won't let you hide Won't let you hide "