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Suffocating Under Words Of Sorrow (Live) 
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(Donnington Park)
(This is Suffocating Under Words of Sorrow!)
(Oh yes, Yeah!)
The night is starting here we go
I out everything
This is our time to control
do you want from me
You line them up we'll put them down
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 make you feel
You're wanted
What can I do to make you see
You're guilty
I'm under of sorrow
Her reflects behind the blur
I'm intoxicated
am I 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 under of sorrow
(Y-uh!)
(Donnington!)
(Yeah!)
There's bodies lying on the floor
But I on staring
My world is over
Close the door
Her skin reflects the blur
I'm intoxicated
am I from why am I here
You're so predictable
running through my hair
But it's all just fiction
She stripped from 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
can I do to make you see
You're guilty
I'm suffocating under words of sorrow
Words of sorrow
(Thanks you Donnington!)
(This is Suffocating Under Words of Sorrow!)
(Oh yes, Yeah!)
The night is starting here we go
I out everything
This is our time to control
do you want from me
You line them up we'll put them down
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 make you feel
You're wanted
What can I do to make you see
You're guilty
I'm under of sorrow
Her reflects behind the blur
I'm intoxicated
am I 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 under of sorrow
(Y-uh!)
(Donnington!)
(Yeah!)
There's bodies lying on the floor
But I on staring
My world is over
Close the door
Her skin reflects the blur
I'm intoxicated
am I from why am I here
You're so predictable
running through my hair
But it's all just fiction
She stripped from 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
can I do to make you see
You're guilty
I'm suffocating under words of sorrow
Words of sorrow
(Thanks you Donnington!)
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