Bullet for My Valentine - P.O.W. Lyrics

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P.O.W.

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What Are The Lyrics For P.O.W. By Bullet for My Valentine?
In my darkest hour
A place where there's no light I'm trapped here in this nightmare And there's no end in sight My body lies here frozen No voice to scream or shout Escaping feels untouchable I know I must get out Wake, my Wake myself from all this danger Claw, my Claw myself from six feet under No, no, no Am I stuck here like a prisoner of war I will breathe once more I will breathe once more These feeling's overwhelming It just won't go away I'm captive in this nightmare And this is where I'll stay Wake, my Wake myself from all this danger Claw, my Claw myself from six feet under No, no, no Am I stuck here like a prisoner of war I will breathe once more I will breathe once more My anxiety is rising It just won't go away Why does this tension keeps building? You just leave me to die Make, make, make it go away All I wanna do is live another day Make, make, make it go away All I wanna do is live another day Live another day Wake, my Wake myself from all this danger Claw, my Claw myself from six feet under No, no, no Am I stuck here like a prisoner of war I will breathe once more I will breathe once more |
Who Wrote P.O.W. By Bullet for My Valentine?
Jason James, Michael Paget, Michael Thomas, Matthew Tuck
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What's The Duration Of The P.O.W. By Bullet for My Valentine?The duration of P.O.W. is 3:53 minutes and seconds. |
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