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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 time to lose control
do you from me
You them up we'll put down
This is so frustrating
To you sleazing all around
Yet you keep 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 suffocating under words of sorrow
Her skin behind 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 fiction
She 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 make you see
You're guilty
I'm under words of sorrow
(Y-uh!)
(Donnington!)
(Yeah!)
There's lying on the floor
But I keep on staring
My world is over
Close the door
Her skin 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 stripped from her underwear
So beautiful
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
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 time to lose control
do you from me
You them up we'll put down
This is so frustrating
To you sleazing all around
Yet you keep 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 suffocating under words of sorrow
Her skin behind 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 fiction
She 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 make you see
You're guilty
I'm under words of sorrow
(Y-uh!)
(Donnington!)
(Yeah!)
There's lying on the floor
But I keep on staring
My world is over
Close the door
Her skin 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 stripped from her underwear
So beautiful
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
Words of sorrow
(Thanks you Donnington!)
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