| When you see a fire burning inside your minds eye
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| Grieve/Breathe (???) the meaning of the flames before you let them die
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| Let them burn you through until you know that you can fly
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| Twisting — turning — falling — burning
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| Roaring balls of fire
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| Eyes that see them have no need
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| Of guides to span the wire
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| Let the flames burn you right through
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| To low the burns through higher
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| Come and see
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| Come and buy
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| I can sell you the love
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| I can buy you the morning sun
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| You can buy seven/sand/sun (???) from the morning
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| From suns to the set in the morning for tea
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| Pockets of love but nothing to buy
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| Crystals of beauty — the mountain — the sea
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| Something that ain’t through a mind full of pride
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| Going hands with the sun and set yourself free
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| Come and see
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| Come and buy
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| Come and buy… buy my love
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| Sleeping sunsets sweat their beauty
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| Melting at your feet
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| Take your mind through sacred fire
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| Leaving you complete
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| Let the flames burn you so hard
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| There can be no re-treat
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| Floating — drooping — looping — turning
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| Roaring balls of fire
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| Light the pathway you must take
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| To drag you from the myre
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| Sooth the darkness from your feet
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| Burn down your funeral pyre
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| Come and see
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| Come and buy
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| I can sell you the love
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| I can sell you the morning sun
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| You can buy seven/sand/sun (???) from the morning
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| From suns to the set in the morning for tea
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| Pockets of love but nothing to buy
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| Crystals of beauty — the mountain — the sea
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| Something that ain’t through a mind full of pride
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| Going hands with the sun and set yourself free
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| Come and see
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| Come and buy
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| Buy my fire
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| Buy my fire
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| Eyes are glaring on your face
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| Watching you below
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| Take the sun that sweats at midnight
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| Burning you below
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| See the sun as it sweats with beauty
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| Burning through the fire
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| Feeding on your soul — so deep
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| Fire
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| Come and buy my Fire
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| Come and buy my fire
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| Come and buy…
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| Buy my fire…
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| Why is it so cold down here?
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| So cold!!!
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| Let me in…
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| The price of your entry is sin
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| Go away — then return
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| Know which fase you have to turn
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| Eyes are glaring
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| Voice’s flaring
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| Woooaaah! |