Björk - Play dead
Darling stop confusing me
With your wishful thinking
Hopeful embraces
Don`t you understand?
I have to go through this
I belong to care where
No-one cares and no-one loves
No light no air to live in
A place called hate
The city of fear
I play dead
It stops the hurting
I play dead
And the hurter stops It`s sometimes just like sleeping
Curling up inside my private tortures
I nestle into pain
Hug suffering
Caress every ache
I play dead,
It stops the hurting
With your wishful thinking
Hopeful embraces
Don`t you understand?
I have to go through this
I belong to care where
No-one cares and no-one loves
No light no air to live in
A place called hate
The city of fear
I play dead
It stops the hurting
I play dead
And the hurter stops It`s sometimes just like sleeping
Curling up inside my private tortures
I nestle into pain
Hug suffering
Caress every ache
I play dead,
It stops the hurting
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