I Feel Just Like a Child

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Devendra Banhart

Devendra Obi Banhart (born May 30, 1981) is a Venezuelan American singer-songwriter and visual artist. Banhart was born in Houston, Texas and was raised by his mother in Venezuela, until he moved to California as a teenager. He began to study at the San Francisco Art Institute in 1998, but dropped out to perform music in Europe, San Francisco and Los Angeles. Banhart released his debut album in 2002, continuing to record his material on the Young God and XL labels, as well as other work on compilations and collaborations. more »

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2005

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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 me comb my hair
Yeah I need you to come and 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 chair, plate, and a seat
You know I won't touch my food
Unless they eat

From the roof to the floor
I 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 be my daddy's sperm

To being packed in an urn
I'm a child
And when I steal you gotta
Slap me til I cry

Don't you stop til the tears run dry
See I was born thinking under the sky
I didn't belong to a couple of old wise guys
From sucking on my mama's breast

To when they lay my soul to rest
I'm a child
Well I guess I'm always be

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