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Rancid - Turntable lyrics
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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