Shout

Shout, shout, let it all out
These are the things I can do without
Come on
I'm talking to you, come on
Shout, shout, let it all out
These are the things I can do without
Come on
I'm talking to you, come on

Come on, I'm talking to you

Shout, shout, let it all out
These are the things I can do without
Come on
I'm talking to you, come on

In violent times, you shouldn't have to sell your soul
In black and white, they really, really ought to know
Those one-track minds that took you for a working boy
Kiss them goodbye, you shouldn't have to jump for joy
You shouldn't have to jump for joy

Shout, shout, let it all out
These are the things I can do without
Come on
I'm talking to you, come on

I'm talking to you

Come on
Shout, shout
Shout, shout
Shout, shout
Shout, shout
Come on

Shout, shout, let it all out
These are the things I can do without
Come on
I'm talking to you, come on

Shout, shout
Shout, shout
Shout, shout
Shout, shout
Come on

Shout, shout
Shout, shout
Shout, shout
Shout, shout
Come on



Credits
Writer(s): Raymond George Hedges, Lynise Walters, Bill Withers, Blair Lee Joey Dreelan, Edward Theodore Riley, William Stewart, Dylan Kwabena Mills, Chauncey Andre Hannibal, Ian Stanley, Roland Orzabal, Richard S. Vick Iii, Nigel Butler
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