| 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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| Weel 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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| Weel 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 come and 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
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| You don’t see them
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| They got their own chair, plate, and a seat
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| You know I won’t touch my food
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| Unless they eat
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| From the roof to the floor
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| I 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 be my daddy’s sperm
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| To being packed in an urn
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| I’m a child
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| And when I steal you gotta
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| Slap 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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| I didn’t belong to a couple of old wise guys
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| From sucking on my mama’s breast
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| To when they lay my soul to rest
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| I’m a child
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| Well I guess I’m always be |