'm a vooodoo chile Lord I'm a voodoo chile Yeah I'm not sayin' The night I was born Lord, the moon turned a fire red I said the night I was born The moon turned a fire red My poor mother cried She said 'the gypsy was right' And I she fell right dead Right on the floor there Hey And I said fly on Fly on because I'm a voodoo chile, baby Voodoo chile
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