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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 here we go
I out everything
This is our time to lose control
do you want me
You line 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
What can I do to make you see
You're guilty
I'm suffocating under words of sorrow
Her reflects behind 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 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 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 skin reflects behind 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 fiction
She from 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 words of sorrow
of sorrow
(Thanks you Donnington!)
(This is Under of Sorrow!)
(Oh yes, Yeah!)
The night is here we go
I out everything
This is our time to lose control
do you want me
You line 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
What can I do to make you see
You're guilty
I'm suffocating under words of sorrow
Her reflects behind 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 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 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 skin reflects behind 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 fiction
She from 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 words of sorrow
of sorrow
(Thanks you Donnington!)
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