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Suffocating Under Words Of Sorrow (Live) 
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(Donnington Park)
(This is Under Words of Sorrow!)
(Oh yes, Yeah!)
The night is starting we go
I check out everything
This is our time to lose control
What do you want from me
You line up we'll put down
is so frustrating
To watch you sleazing all around
Yet you on smiling
What can I do to you see
You're guilty
What can I do to make you feel
You're wanted
What can I do to make you see
You're guilty
I'm suffocating under of sorrow
Her skin reflects behind the blur
I'm intoxicated
am I from why am I here
You're so predictable
Fingers running through my hair
But it's all just fiction
She stripped down her underwear
So beautiful
What can I do to you see
You're guilty
What can I do to make you feel
You're wanted
What can I do to make you see
You're guilty
I'm suffocating words of sorrow
(Y-uh!)
(Donnington!)
(Yeah!)
There's on the floor
But I keep on staring
My world is over
Close the door
Her the blur
I'm intoxicated
am I from why am I here
You're so predictable
Fingers running through my hair
But it's all just fiction
She stripped down from her underwear
So beautiful
What can I do to you see
You're guilty
can I do to make you feel
You're wanted
What can I do to make you see
You're guilty
I'm under words of sorrow
Words of sorrow
(Thanks you Donnington!)
(This is Under Words of Sorrow!)
(Oh yes, Yeah!)
The night is starting we go
I check out everything
This is our time to lose control
What do you want from me
You line up we'll put down
is so frustrating
To watch you sleazing all around
Yet you on smiling
What can I do to you see
You're guilty
What can I do to make you feel
You're wanted
What can I do to make you see
You're guilty
I'm suffocating under of sorrow
Her skin reflects behind the blur
I'm intoxicated
am I from why am I here
You're so predictable
Fingers running through my hair
But it's all just fiction
She stripped down her underwear
So beautiful
What can I do to you see
You're guilty
What can I do to make you feel
You're wanted
What can I do to make you see
You're guilty
I'm suffocating words of sorrow
(Y-uh!)
(Donnington!)
(Yeah!)
There's on the floor
But I keep on staring
My world is over
Close the door
Her the blur
I'm intoxicated
am I from why am I here
You're so predictable
Fingers running through my hair
But it's all just fiction
She stripped down from her underwear
So beautiful
What can I do to you see
You're guilty
can I do to make you feel
You're wanted
What can I do to make you see
You're guilty
I'm under words of sorrow
Words of sorrow
(Thanks you Donnington!)
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