Shout

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

In violent times
You shouldn't have to sell your soul
Those one-trick minds
That took you for a working boy
Kiss them goodbye
You shouldn't have to jump for joy
You shouldn't have to (shout) for joy(shout)
You shouldn't have to (shout) for joy(shout)
They give you life
and in return you gave them hell
As cold as ice
I hope we live to tell the tale
Shout, shout, shout
shout shout
Let it all out
These are the things I can do without
so come on, come on, come on, come on
I'm talking to you
so come on, come on, come on, come on
And when you've taken down your guard
If I could change your mind
I'd really love to break your heart
break your heart
shout shout...



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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