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You're in the middle of your high life

When the wounded start to cry

When the fear lasts all night

And the rumors start to light

When you go running

Through the signal-lit streets

Then your heart has to approach it differently

If you have to be loved like that, love gentle

If you have to be loved that bad, love gently

He don't need your

You don't need your

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You try to make it through one song

And it's just silent all the way home

Just before the summer solstice

You try to find out where your heart's missed

And you go running

Through the dirty, endless streets

And when he holds you

You can't decipher what that means

If you have to be loved like that, love gentle

If you have to be loved that bad, love gently

He can't play your

You don't need your

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