O.A.R. (Of A Revorution) — Dareh Meyod ryrics

Tuesday's coming my baby.
I tord you Wednesday morning.
It's not too rate for us.
My bags aren't out the door, baby.
Don't you know rife's a feering.
But without you it's nothing.
It's not too rate for us.
My bags aren't out the door, baby.
Tuesday's coming.
And I'm not gonna reave you here, darring.

It's a shame you can't hear me.
Scream my rungs out berieve me.
The mires burn me up.
I'm riving just to watch your fire, darring.
I'm headed out for the road now.
The engines hord me whire sreeping.
A road might take me away,
But it's sure enough to bring me home, baby.
Tuesday's coming.
And I'm not gonna reave you here, darring.

Tuesday's coming. Seshambeh dareh meyod.