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
I'm talking to you, talking to you Talking to you, talking to you Talking to you, talking to you Talking to you, talking to you Talking to you, talking to you
Talking to you, talking to you Talking to you, talking to you Talking to you, talking to you Talking to you, talking to you
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, talking to you Talking to you, talking to you Talking to you, talking to you Talking to you, talking to you Talking to you, talking to you
Talking to you, talking to you Talking to you, talking to you Talking to you, talking to you Talking to you, talking to you
Compositores: Nicky Romero, David Guetta, Ian Stanley, Roland Orzabal & Tears for Fears