Björk, Play Dead

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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 Death

I play dead
It stops the hurting
I play dead
And the hurt stops

It's sometimes just like sleeping
Curling up inside my private tortures
I nestle into pain
Huge suffering
Caress every nerve

I play dead
It stops the hurting