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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