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Devendra Banhart - Modern Folk - I Feel Just Like a Child
Modern Folk
01. I Feel Just Like a Child
02. I Don’t Know What I Can Save From You
03. Gatekeeper
04. Slow Moves
05. Heartstopper
06. Time Is Honey (So Cut the Shit)
07. Great Waves
08. Hope There’s Someone
09. John Wayne Gacy Jr.
10. Sovay
11. To All of You
12. Crushed Bones
13. Heroic Little Sisters
14. Take It Off
15. This Is the Dream of Win & Regine
16. Hold You in My Arms
17. From Grace
18. Black Mountain
19. Scorpion Grass
20. Think I’m Up for You and I
Well I feel just like a child
Yeah I feel just like a child
Well I feel just like a child
Well I feel just like a child
From my womb to my tomb
I guess I'll always be a child

Well some people try and treat me like a man
Yeah some people try and treat me like a man
Well I guess they just don't understand
Well some people try and treat me like a man
They think I know shit
But that's just it
I'm a child

Well I need you to tell me what to wear
Yeah I need you to help and comb my hair
Yeah I need you to help tie my shoes
Yeah I need you to come and keep me amused
From my cave to my grave
I guess I'll always be a child

Well I need you to help me reach the door
And I need you to walk me to the store
And I need you to please explain the war
And I need you to heal me when I'm sore
You can tell by my smile
That I'm a child

And I need you to sit me on your lap
And I need you to make me take my nap

Could you first pull out a book and
Read me some of that
Cause I need you to make me take my nap

And I need you to recognize my friends
Cause they're there even though you don't see them
They got their own share of plate and a seat
You know I won't touch my food unless they eat
From the roof to the floor I'll crawl around some more
I'm a child

And I need you to help me blow my nose
And I need you to help me count my toes
And I need you to help me put on my clothes
And I need you to hide it when it shows
From being my daddy's sperm to being packed in an urn
I'm a child

And when I steal you gotta smack me 'til I cry
Don't you stop 'til the tears run dry
See I was born thinking under the sky
Didn't belong to a couple of old white guys
From sucking on my mother's breast
To when they lay my tomb to rest
I'm a child yeah

Well I'm a little child
Well I'm a little child
I guess I'm always be
A little child