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