| I’ll show you man who walk on fire
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| And don’t get burned
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| (Don't get burned, don’t get burned
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| He don’t get burned)
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| I’ll show you man who tread on glass
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| And he don’t get cut
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| (Don't get cut, don’t get cut
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| He don’t get cut)
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| You can take a knife and slit his throat
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| And he won’t drop dead
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| (Won't drop dead, won’t drop dead
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| He won’t drop dead)
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| Been a ju-ju boy for a thousand years
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| And he ain’t cut yet
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| (Ain't cut yet, ain’t cut yet
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| He ain’t cut yet)
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| Hold 'em
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| You’ve got to crease 'em and fold 'em
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| You’ve got to shape 'em and mould 'em
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| Take a piece of their soul, man
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| Well he can take a little moonlight
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| Suck the poison from a snakebite
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| Movin' round about midnight
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| He’s got the power of life
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| See the sacrifice of the virgin women
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| See the deadly snake and the headless chicken
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| Take a sip from dripping red
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| Make it with the living dead
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| Take you up when you feeling down
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| When you’re sick he will come around
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| Takes his cures from out the ground
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| He’s the one who can hypnotize
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| And you’ll never believe your eyes
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| He can cause the dead to rise |