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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 From Letras Mania