Michael Kistanov - Voodoo Child (Slight Return) | Текст песни

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Well I stand up next to a mountain
I chop it down with the edge of my hand
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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