BLACK MAGIC Lyrics — Hardwell

Album: Rebels Never Die

BLACK MAGIC by Hardwell

I'm still a mess, you turn up
My skin, it starts to burn up
I burn up, I burn up
I sit unless you turn up
So what kind of voodoo do you do?
What kind of voodoo do you do?

I'm still a mess, you turn up
My skin, it starts to burn up
I burn up, I burn up
I sit unless you turn up
So what kind of voodoo do you do?
What kind of voodoo do you do?

What kind of voodoo do you do?

What kind of voodoo do you do?

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