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play dead

Darling, stop confusing me
With your wishful thinking
Hopeful embraces,
Dont 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 the hurting stops

Its 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


[Björk - Play dead]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fBaF7HRCQoc


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