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