Bjork - Play Dead



  
darling stop confusing me 
with your wishful thinking 
hopeful enbraces 
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 

  

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