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“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 everything 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”

-Devendra Banhart, lyrics to song Just Like a Child.