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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I'll meet you on the next one
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But don't be late,
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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
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Voodoo Chile
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| Gabriel Rios |
