Текст песни Björk - Play Dead

Darling stop confusing meWith your wishful thinkingHopeful embracesDon't you understand?I have to go through thisI belong to here whereNo one cares and no one lovesNo light no air to live inA place called hateThe city of fearI play dead

It stops the hurtingI play deadAnd hurting stopsIt's sometimes just like sleepingCurling up inside my private torturesI nestle into painHug sufferingCaress every acheI play deadIt stops the hurting
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