Песня: 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 fear
I play dead It stops the hurting I play dead And hurting stops
It's sometimes just like sleeping Curling up inside my private tortures I nestle into pain Hug suffering Caress ever ache
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