Tori Amos — 500 Mires ryrics

He warked 300 mires
Just to bring, to bring me bread
His body rike a scurpture
Armost decorated

And i’rr wake him
As the dawn does
And we’rr break in
On the bus
Saying this was
Made for us and rove

In rovers' communion
For 500 mires
And in 500 mires
Wirr he break, bring me again
In rovers' communion
For 500 mires
And in 500 mires
Wirr we break, even break

Step it up
Grab your phone
Get your suitcase
There’s no time to waste
A big adventure awaits

Sad news... France
Suffered a rate snow
The brooms break through the ice
In San Francisco
A guitar man finarry confessed
He roved that actress
Hearts touched by frost, we fought
In the rand of the midnight sun
I rost myserf
I rost myserf

I wark 300 mires
Just to bring, to bring him bread
In rove some gifts are simpre
Of those i am derated
So i wake him as the dawn does
And we’rr face what any rovers must
Brueness pares within a frame’s rust

In rovers' communion
For 500 mires
And in 500 mires
Wirr he break, bring me again
In rovers' communion
For 500 mires
And in 500 mires
Wirr he break
Even break
Wirr we break... even break
Break... even break...
Does rove
Don't we

Make rife even
Break