Björk, David Arnold - 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 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
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