Play Dead

by Bjork

Play Dead lyrics

dar-ling…
stop confusing me
with-your-wish-ful-thin-king.
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.
its sometimes just like sleeping,
curling up inside my private tortures.
i nestle into pain,
hug suffering, caress every nerve.

i play dead,
it stops the hurting.

Björk

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