Well I stand up next to a mountain I chop it down with the edge of my hand Well I stand next to a mountain I chop it down with the edge of my hand I pick up all the tiny pieces and make an island might even raise just a little sand., yeah `Cos I`m a Voodoo Child God knows I`m a Voodoo Child I didn`t mean to take up all your sweet time, I`ll give it back one of these days I said I hate to take up all your sweet time I`ll give it back one of these days And if I don`t see you no more in this world I`ll meet you on the next one But don`t be late, Don`t be late `Cos I`m a Voodoo Child God knows I`m a Voodoo Child
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