100 lyrics for "Shout, shout, shout"

I'm shoutin' from the rooftop, baby Come pick me up, come pick me up You cut so deep, cut so deep You made me a believer Tell me, will you come and save me? Fire the shots and I need to know Pick me up and show me home All my senses just need to know Why
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Shout baby shout I know my baby she just shook and jumped and shout I'm gonna send my baby a brand new 20 dollar bill Lake Michigan ain't no river Chicago ain't no Hillie town My baby left town you know she left me a mule to ride If that don't bring her
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You wanna scream and shout They only come out at night She said I can't slow down If I wanted to We live for this shit, yeah We truly do I know you do Oh, I know you do I know you do too
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Me, I just don't give a Bounce, Bounce Stand up, shout it out Bounce, Bounce I play hard, I play to win Count me out, count me in I'll be bouncing back again I been knocked down so many times Counted out 6, 7, 8, 9 Written off like some bad deal
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This is a fine place The space between wonder and why Ahh yes to yes to ahh ahh to yes Why the sun why the sun There is a lake between sun and moon Not too many know about In the silence between whisper and shout The space between wonder and doubt
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You shoot me down but I won't fall, I am titanium Fire away, fire away You shoot me down but I won't fall I'm talking loud not saying much I'm bulletproof nothing to lose Ricochet, you take your aim I am titanium You shout it out But I can't hear a word
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But tonight, call your friends down, We're on our way now, And I feel like shouting, oh, I feel like shouting. Oh, tonight, it don't matter who you're from, Tonight we're 21 under all these lights I put my heart, I put my soul, I put my life in it, We're
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The world is on the brink The brink of our extinction The end of an era The end of a genre Do the joy, do, do, do Do the shouts, do, do, do Do the cries, do, do, do Do the smiles, do, do, do Building a sepulture and fading to the ground
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I'm on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit Niggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh Got the blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh Shout out, but I
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