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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 Words 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 all around
Yet you keep 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 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 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
(Y-uh!)
(Donnington!)
(Yeah!)
There's bodies on the floor
But I keep on staring
My is over
Close the door
Her skin reflects behind the blur
I'm intoxicated
Where am I from why am I here
You're so predictable
my hair
But it's all just fiction
She stripped 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 you see
You're guilty
I'm suffocating words of sorrow
of sorrow
(Thanks you Donnington!)
(This is Under Words 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 all around
Yet you keep 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 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 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
(Y-uh!)
(Donnington!)
(Yeah!)
There's bodies on the floor
But I keep on staring
My is over
Close the door
Her skin reflects behind the blur
I'm intoxicated
Where am I from why am I here
You're so predictable
my hair
But it's all just fiction
She stripped 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 you see
You're guilty
I'm suffocating words of sorrow
of sorrow
(Thanks you Donnington!)
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