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Yeah!!!
He's gonna go go get it
Gonna run run set it
Hidden realm
Ahh! everybody knows, it's fucking wild and there's no fronting about it
It's not the style, nor a trial
It's the best of love and hate
Come on everybody, lets get together
I appall the backdrop of hate
Well there's no more food on the table
What was strong, no longer able
And an open mind, no longer stable
And it spin like a DJ's turntable
A million eyeballs and a blink and a smile
With no dimensions in sight
Well given an inch, a billion colors
The entire world's contrast light
Oh it ain't right, another fight
Well all of it's so very clear
With my passion on a stud, I walked through
I walked through the vicious ones
I really don't care
Well there's no more food on the table
What was strong, no longer able
And an open mind, no longer stable
And it spin like a DJ's turntable
My western mind has a hard time (hard time)
Getting across this trust
Passive resistance, Your assistance (You're the one smoking dust)
It ain't a style, nor a trial, it's the best of love and hate (love and hate)
Come on everybody lets get together, I appall the backdrop of hate
Well there's no more food on the table
I once/What was strong, no longer able
And an open mind, no longer stable
And it spin like a DJ's turntable
Well ya spin like a DJ's turntable
Well ya spin like a DJ's turntable
Well ya spin like a DJ's turntable
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Lyrics: Rancid
