| Well, I’m a voodoo chile
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| Lord I’m a voodoo chile
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| Well, the night I was born
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| Swear the moon turned, a fire red
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| Yeah the night I was born
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| Swear the moon turned, a fire red
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| Heard my mother cry out, «Lord, the gypsy was right!»
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| I swear she, fell down dead
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| She said «Fly on, fly on»
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| Oh, my voodoo chile
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| Well, I make love to you
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| And I swear you’ll feel no pain
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| Yeah, I make love to you
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| Swear to God you’ll feel no pain
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| 'Cause I’m a million miles away
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| And at the same time I’m right here in your picture fram
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| 'Cause I’m a voodoo chile
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| Lord knows, I’m a voodoo chile
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| Wll, the lions found me there
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| And set me on a eagle’s wing
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| Yeah, the lions found me there
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| Picked me up and set me on a eagle’s wing
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| Yeah they took me out to the outskirts of infinity
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| When I got back he gave me, a witch’s ring |