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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
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
They gave you life
And in return you gave them hell
As cold as ice
I hope we live to tell the tale
I hope we live to tell the tale
Shout, shout, let it all out
These are the things I can do without
Come on, I'm talking to you, come on



Writer(s): Bill Withers, Blair Lee Joey Dreelan, Richard S. Vick Iii, Raymond George Hedges, Edward Theodore Riley, William Stewart, Chauncey Andre Hannibal, Dylan Kwabena Mills, Roland Orzabal, Ian Stanley, Nigel Butler, Lynise Walters Copyright: Universal Music Works, Universal Music - Z Tunes Llc, Kmr Holdings L.p., Royalty Recovery Inc, Bmg Rights Management (uk) Limited, Notting Hill Music (uk) Ltd., Bmg Vm Music Limited, Bmg 10 Music Limmited, Universal Music - Z Tunes Llc.


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