Call the Shots

Take me under, take me under your wing Crack of thunder as the wild bird sings You can hear her hunger crying out A sonic echo that leaves no room for doubt Call the shots Bring it back to what it's not Make a move Do what we do As the world cries tears in our hands Are we all part of a bigger plan? Call the shots, bring it back to what it's not Deepest oceans, they can't portray enough Empty spaces turn to rust and dust There's no wonder left for us to love No warmth or shelter, just satellites above Call the shots Bring it back to what it's not Make a move Do what we do As the world cries tears in our hands Are we all part of a bigger plan? Call the shots, bring it back to what it's not

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