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Suffocating Under Words Of Sorrow (Live) 
Medium
by Bullet For My Valentine
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(Donnington Park)
(This is Suffocating Under Words of Sorrow!)
(Oh yes, Yeah!)
The night is here we go
I out everything
This is our to control
do you want from 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 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
Her skin reflects behind the blur
I'm intoxicated
Where am I 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 make you see
You're guilty
What can I do to make you feel
You're wanted
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
the door
Her reflects behind the blur
I'm intoxicated
Where am I why am I here
You're so predictable
Fingers running my hair
But it's all just fiction
She stripped down her underwear
So beautiful
What can I do to make 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 suffocating under words of sorrow
of sorrow
(Thanks you Donnington!)
(This is Suffocating Under Words of Sorrow!)
(Oh yes, Yeah!)
The night is here we go
I out everything
This is our to control
do you want from 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 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
Her skin reflects behind the blur
I'm intoxicated
Where am I 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 make you see
You're guilty
What can I do to make you feel
You're wanted
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
the door
Her reflects behind the blur
I'm intoxicated
Where am I why am I here
You're so predictable
Fingers running my hair
But it's all just fiction
She stripped down her underwear
So beautiful
What can I do to make 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 suffocating under words of sorrow
of sorrow
(Thanks you Donnington!)
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