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Feeling radical in cotton, purified in my satin
But the bomb of the season is a Velvet Revolution
I look at the sky and feel the tears of the Prophets crying
I look at the sky and feel the rain the rain of tears
Feeling radical in cotton, purified in my satin
But the bomb of the season is a Velvet Revolution
All you killers of the children, there's a new Commandment
The true Divine Creator wants a Velvet Revolution
All you killers of the children there's a new Commandment
The true Divine Creator wants a Velvet Revolution
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