(By Tracey Bryn & Peter Vettese)
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There's not much of a trick to playing safely baby
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People do it every day
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You can see them living sensibly with lots of care
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Lonely in a cautious way
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You be alone for me - I'll be alone for you
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One and one people alone make two
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Let's stir things up a bit, throw the pieces up to the sky
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Baby I want scary kisses
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I want hits and I want misses
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I want hell I want bliss - and all that soars between it
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And if you give me safely, in a short time I'll be driven crazy
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I would rather run and fall, than take no chance at all
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I would rather sit here by myself that settle down
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With someone safe and sound
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I kind of like trouble every now and then
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Someone with nerve to break ground
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You take a look for me - I'll take a look for you
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We'll find that it's not so bad it's just new
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Let's stir things up a bit, throw the pieces up to the sky
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chorus
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And if we break or if we bruise, it won't be the worst of news
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We will just get up again - start over on the count of ten
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And if we scar of is we break, it'll be our own mistake
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Put it down to what we know, thane have another go
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And take it on the chin and just begin again
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Run your finger through the flame and I will do the same
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Together we will fall, together we will rise, together we
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Will do everything but compromise
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chorus
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Scary Kisses
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| Voice of the Beehive |
