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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Arthur Brown
Arthur Brown
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Arthur Brown
Arthur Brown
Composer
V. Crane
V. Crane
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kit Lambert
Kit Lambert
Producer
Pete Townshend
Pete Townshend
Associate Producer

Lyrics

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