Текст песни Shoot the Sky - Circa Waves

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Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Wait, I will not shoot if I know myself
I'll be hanging up my boots
Oh, I was too late
And I'm sticking to the ground
It's not all that I found
That I cannot feel to show for you

But I know where to go
Singing lost, there's nowhere near you know
It's pretty far

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Now, you're shooting at this sky
I've drank myself dry
And I need my home
But I will not be lost and found
If I can find some higher ground
To put the world to right

But I know where to go
Singing lost, there's nowhere near you know
Yes, pretty far
And all my common sense I spent on you
Oh, we'll do it all again
Pretty soon

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Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh