Rasmus - Play dead

^BmDarling stop conf^Ausing me With your w^Eishful thinking ^Bm Hopeful embraces^A Don't you u^Enderstand' ^BmI have to go through this ^A I belong to here ^Ewhere No-one cares and no-one ^Bmloves No light no air to live i^An A place called h^Eate The city of f^Bmeeeeeaaaar ^{A E}

^BmI play dead ^AIt stops the h^Eurting ^BmI play dead ^AAnd the h^Eurting stops ^BmIt's sometimes just like sleeping ^A Curling up insi^Ede my private t^Bmortures I nestle into paaaaaii^An ^EHug suffering Caress every ^Bmache ^{A E Bm}I play dead ^{A E Bm}I play dead ^{A E Bm}I play de^Aeee^Eeead ^Bm