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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 Funny games 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 Funny games From Letras Mania