Play Dead - Tim Simenon 7" Remix

Oh
Oh, yeah

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

Yeah, mm
Yeah, hey!

I play dead
It stops hurting
I play dead
And the hurt stops

It's sometimes just like sleeping
Curling up inside my private tortures
I nestle into pain
Hug suffering, caress every ache

Oh, mm
Yeah, hey

I play dead
It stops the hurting
I play dead
It stops the hurting

I play dead
It stops the hurting
I play dead
It stops the hurting



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