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Latin For Truth
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Hot Breathe
Picked on, picked last, Can't forget, bottom of the class But so cynical and typical, I judged them, before they judged me I guess I smelled bad, I didn't care, My school was empty, I wasn't there Smiles were imitation like every grade, Intelligence had nothing to do with what I made Yo hot breath, you need some tic-tacs, Industrial strength, make sure it lasts The stereo never stopped, I'd sleep and listen, Albums played for weeks and that was the mission I would soak up every band's album, Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Maybe one day it'd rub off on me I'd start a band, write amazing songs, We'd tour till the sun caved in I'd finally meet one of my goals, I'd finally be good at something Yo hot breath, you need some tic-tacs, Industrial strength, make sure it lasts My roots are buried beneath ten years of concrete And that's where they think they should be That's where they think they should be
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