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Well, I'm standing next to a mountain, chop it down with the edge of my hand |
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Well, I'm standing next to a mountain, chop it down with the edge of my hand |
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Pick up all the pieces, make an island, might even raise a little sand |
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'Cause I'm a voodoo chile, Lord knows I'm a voodoo chile |
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I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time |
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Give it right back to you one of these days |
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I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time |
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Give it right back to you the rest of my days |
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I won't see you again in this world, see you in the next one |
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Don't be late, don't be late |
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'Cause I'm a voodoo chile yeah, Lord knows I'm a voodoo chile |
