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