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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 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
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Well it`s time to begin as the summer sets in
It`s the scene
You set for new lovers
You play your part painting in a new start
But each gate will open another
June July and August said
"It`s probably hard to plan ahead"
June July and August said
"It`s better to bask in each others"
Gatekeeper seasons wait for your nod
Gatekeeper you held your breath
Made the summer go on and on
Well they tried to stay in from the cold and wind
Making love and making their dinner
Only to find that the love that they grew in the summer Froze
February April said
"Don`t be fooled by the summer again"
February April said
"That half of the year, well we`ll never be friends"
Gatekeeper seasons wait for your nod
Gatekeeper you held your breath
Made the winter go on and on
Gatekeeper, Gatekeeper, Gatekeeper
Seasons wait for your nod
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> A compromise between honesty and lies
To lead me past, their sly disguise
My moves are slow but soon they'll know
Behind the scenes they grow their schemes
Hiding intentions, revealing only fractions
Their moves are slow but soon you'll know
They'll keep on whispering their mantras
We'll keep on whispering our mantras
My moves are slow but soon they'll know
Their moves are slow but soon you'll know
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His father was a drinker
And his mother cried in bed
Folding John Wayne's T-shirts
When the swingset hit his head
The neighbors they adored him
For his humor and his conversation
Look underneath the house there
Find the few living things
Rotting fast in their sleep of the dead
Twenty-seven people, even more
They were boys with their cars, summer jobs
Oh my God
Are you one of them?
He dressed up like a clown for them
With his face paint white and red
And on his best behavior
In a dark room on the bed he kissed them all
He'd kill ten thousand people
With a sleight of his hand
Running far, running fast to the dead
He took off all their clothes for them
He put a cloth on their lips
Quiet hands, quiet kiss
On the mouth
And in my best behavior
I am really just like him
Look beneath the floorboards
For the secrets I have hid
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I was getting ready to be a threat
I was getting set for my
accidental suicide
the kind where no one dies
no one looks too surprised
then you realize
that you're riding on a para-success
of a heavy-handed metaphor
and a feeling like you've been here before
because you've been here before
and you've been here before
then a word washed ashore
a word washed ashore
then a word washed ashore
sovay, sovay,sovay
all along the day
I was getting ready to consider my next plan of attack
I think I'm gonna sack
the whole board of trustees
all those Don Quixotes un their B-17s
and I swear this time
yeah this time
they'll blow us back to the 70's
and this time
they're playin Ride of the Valkyries
with no semblance of grace or ease
and they're acting on vagaries
with their violent proclivities
and they're playing ride
Ride of the Valkyries
sovay,sovay,sovay
all along the day
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When you came to me with your bad dreams and your fears
It was easy to see that you'd been crying
Seems like everywhere you turn catastrophe it reigns
But who really profits from the dying
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you in my arms forever
When you kissed my lips with my mouth so full of questions
It's my worried mind that you quiet
Place your hands on my face
Close my eyes and say
Love is a poor man's food
Don't prophesize
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever
And I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever
So now we see how it is
This fist begets the spear
Weapons of war
Symptoms of madness
Don't let your eyes refuse to see
Don't let your ears refuse to hear
Or you ain't never going to shake this sense of sadness
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold on forever
And I could hold you in my arms
I could hold forever
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