Devendra Banhart – I Feel Just Like A Child (Guitar)

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Well I feel just like a child

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Yeah I feel just like a child

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Well I feel just like a child

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Well I feel just like a child

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From my womb to my tomb

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I guess I'll always be a child

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Well, some people try and treat me like a man

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Yeah, some people try and treat me like a man

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Well, I guess they just don't understand

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Yeah, some people try and treat me like a man

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They think I know shit

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But that's just it, I'm a child

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Well, I need you to tell me what to wear

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Yeah, I need you to help me comb my hair

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Yeah, I need you to help me tie my shoes

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Yeah, I need you to come keep me amused

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From my cave to my grave

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I guess I'll always be a child

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Well, I need you to help me reach the door

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And I need you to walk me to the store

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And I need you to please explain the war

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And I need you to heal me when I'm sore

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You can tell by my smile

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   That I'm a child

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And I need you to sit me on your lap

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And I need you to make me take my nap

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Could you first pull out a book, and read me some of that?

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Cause I need you to make me take my nap

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And I need you to recognize my friends

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Cause they're there even though you don't see them

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They got their own chair, a plate, and a seat

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You know I won't touch my food unless they eat

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From the roof, to the floor

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I crawl around some more, I'm a child

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And I need you to help me blow my nose

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And I need you to help me count my toes

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And I need you to help me put on my clothes

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And I need you to hide it when it shows

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From being my daddy's sperm

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To being packed in an urn, I'm a child

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And when I steal, you gotta smack me 'til I cry

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Don't you stop 'til all the tears run dry

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See, I was born thinking all under the sky

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Didn't belong to a couple old white guys

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From sucking on my mama's breast

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To when they lay my soul to rest, I'm a child

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Well, I'm a little child

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Oh, I'm a little child

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I guess I'll always be

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A little child