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One so sad, feeling's painful You can't deny, there is no peace Is no love, milk-toasted love Ain't no velvet glove You were the child of some electric nightmare And you could move mountains, the swords of fire They keep you around to watch their house of gold Keep the hungry away from the sacred grove You were holy and you made me wonder how But you looked like a devil who would sieze and shake you down On the hopes of a tyrant No one makes it over There is no peace Is no love, a milk-toasted love Ain't no velvet glove From Letras Mania