darling stop confusing me
with your wishful thinking
hopeful enbraces
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 every ache
I play dead
it stops the hurting
Lyrics by Björk
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Min yndlings Bjørk!!
Har altid svært ved at vælge en ultimativ favorit - men den her er ihvertfald i opløbet ! :-)
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