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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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Well 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 |
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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 and comb my hair |
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Yeah I need you to help tie my shoes |
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Yeah I need you to come and 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 |
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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 share of 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 I'll crawl around some more |
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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 to being packed in an urn |
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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 the tears run dry |
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See I was born thinking under the sky |
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Didn't belong to a couple of old white guys |
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From sucking on my mother's breast |
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To when they lay my tomb to rest |
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I'm a child yeah |
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Well I'm a little child |
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Well I'm a little child |
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I guess I'm always be |
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A little child |
