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Bjork- 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 here 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 hurting 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