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Suffocating Under Words Of Sorrow (Live) 
Medium
by Bullet For My Valentine
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(Donnington Park)
(This is Under of Sorrow!)
(Oh yes, Yeah!)
The night is starting we go
I check out everything
is our time to lose control
What 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 keep on smiling
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 under words of sorrow
Her skin reflects the blur
I'm intoxicated
Where am I from why am I here
You're so predictable
Fingers running through my hair
But it's all just fiction
She down her underwear
So beautiful
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 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 world is over
Close the door
Her skin reflects the blur
I'm intoxicated
Where am I from why am I here
You're so predictable
running through my hair
But it's all just fiction
She 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 of sorrow
Words of sorrow
(Thanks you Donnington!)
(This is Under of Sorrow!)
(Oh yes, Yeah!)
The night is starting we go
I check out everything
is our time to lose control
What 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 keep on smiling
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 under words of sorrow
Her skin reflects the blur
I'm intoxicated
Where am I from why am I here
You're so predictable
Fingers running through my hair
But it's all just fiction
She down her underwear
So beautiful
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 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 world is over
Close the door
Her skin reflects the blur
I'm intoxicated
Where am I from why am I here
You're so predictable
running through my hair
But it's all just fiction
She 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 of sorrow
Words of sorrow
(Thanks you Donnington!)
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