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Well I stand up next to a mountain |
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I chop it down with the edge of my hand |
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Yeah stand up next to a mountain |
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I chop it down with the edge of my hand |
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And then I pick up all the pieces and make an island |
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Might even raise just a little sand |
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I didn't mean to take up all your free time, |
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I'll give it back one of these days |
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I didn't mean to take up all your free time, |
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I'll give it back one of these days |
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And if I don't see you no more in this world |
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Don't be late |
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'Cos I'm a Voodoo Child |
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God knows I'm a Voodoo Child |
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I'm a Voodoo Child, yeah |
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Well I stand up next to a mountain |
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I chop it down with the edge of my hand |
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Yeah stand up next to a mountain |
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I chop it down with the edge of my hand |
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And then I pick up all the pieces and make an island |
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Might even raise just a little sand |
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'Cos I'm a Voodoo Child, yeah |
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I'm a Voodoo Child, yeah |
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God knows I'm a Voodoo Child, oooh |
