caress every ache 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
-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
Traduction: Bjork. Play Dead.
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
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
