Innocent Tata - Tinker

Her shrill voice calls out my name
Her breaking heart retaught me pain
My daughter’s daughter got my daddy’s face
Her little boy got that heart that knows pain

Little joy the sun on my Wrinkled skin
You still the sum of everything I did
We kiss goodbye to the sound of rustling leaves
My sunflower go compete with the sun’s beams

Dark Hair on my head on a plane to the USA
Long hugs n some tears, it’d be years for she sees my face
Fell in love with some girl and it stung made it hard to breathe
Met ... in some ... he believed there was art in me
i use to be young
i use to be young
i use to be young

i had spring for knees
my hair ripple in the wind
i use to be young

ohhh i use to be young
i use to be young
i got heart of gold
my eyes sees your soul
i use to be young
i use to be young
yeah i use to be..

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