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Well, the night I was born
Lord, I swear the moon turned a-fire red
The night I was born
I swear the moon turned a-fire red
Well my poor mother cried out "Lord, the gypsy was right!"
And I seen her, fell down right dead

'Cause I'm a voodoo chile
Lord knows I'm a voodoo chile

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