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Текст песни Play Dead

DarlingStop 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 hateThe city of fear

I play dead
It stops the hurting
I play dead
And the hurting stops
It's sometimes just like sleepingCurling up inside my private tortures
I nestle into pain
Hug suffering
Caress every ache

I play dead
It stops the hurtinga.s.o