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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 is starting we go
I out everything
This is our time to control
What do you want from me
You 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 you feel
You're wanted
What can I do to make you see
You're guilty
I'm suffocating under of sorrow
Her skin reflects behind the blur
I'm intoxicated
am I from 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
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 suffocating under of sorrow
(Y-uh!)
(Donnington!)
(Yeah!)
There's bodies lying on the floor
But I keep on staring
My world is over
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 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
can I do to you feel
You're wanted
What can I do to 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 is starting we go
I out everything
This is our time to control
What do you want from me
You 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 you feel
You're wanted
What can I do to make you see
You're guilty
I'm suffocating under of sorrow
Her skin reflects behind the blur
I'm intoxicated
am I from 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
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 suffocating under of sorrow
(Y-uh!)
(Donnington!)
(Yeah!)
There's bodies lying on the floor
But I keep on staring
My world is over
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 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
can I do to you feel
You're wanted
What can I do to you see
You're guilty
I'm suffocating under words of sorrow
Words of sorrow
(Thanks you Donnington!)
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