Lyrics:

Artist: Bjork
Title: Play dead
Album: The Young Americans

<- 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 Hell.
(...)
I play dead,

It stops the hurting.
I play dead,

and the 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)
I play dead,
(It stops the hurting)
I play dead,
(It stops the hurting)
I play dead,
(It stops the hurting)
<--- end --->

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