Shout Me Out
Tv On The RadioVersion1
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Stone, cast me out
So I can feel it in another way, I won't talk about
Worn, passengers hide
If I could feed it for another day, it might run me dry
I know the seasons evolve to a freeze
Putting hearts in the balance here
It's up to your knees and its shifting degrees
And it's choking your atmosphere
Stone, wind me out
So I can feel it in another way, they won't talk about
Warned, massacre sides
Distant figure in a photograph, another eye
I know your reason is stout
And you freedom's dissolved in your passion dear
It's burning your eyes and it's killing your mind
And it's broken your atmosphere
But if you find it's obscene in that gray
Oh dramatics hear a young heart say
Lord, if you've got lungs
Come on, shout me out
I know the season's unfolding
It's putting your love into action dear
It's up in the breeze and it's shifting degrees
And it's opened your atmosphere
But should you decide it's obscene in that gray
Oh dramatics hear a young heart say
Lord, if you've got lungs
Come on, shout me out
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Readable chord sheet for Shout Me Out by Tv On The Radio
S[F]tone, cast me out So I can feel it in ano[C]ther way, I won't talk ab[F]out W[F]orn, passengers hide If I could feed it for ano[C]ther day, it might run me d[F]ry I know the se[Bb]asons evolve to a fr[C]eeze Putting hearts in the bal[F]ance here It's up to your k[Bb]nees and its shifting deg[C]rees And it's choking your atm[F]osphere S[F]tone, wind me out So I can feel it in ano[C]ther way, they won't talk ab[F]out W[F]arned, massacre sides Distant figure in a phot[C]ograph, another e[F]ye I know your re[Bb]ason is stout And you free[C]dom's dissolved in your pa[F]ssion dear It's burning your e[Bb]yes and it's killing your m[C]ind And it's broken your at[F]mosphere But if you f[Bb]ind it's obscene in that gr[C]ay Oh dra[G]matics hear a young heart s[F]ay Lord, if you've got lu[C]ngs Come on, shout me o[F]ut I know the season's unfolding It's putting your love into action dear It's up in the breeze and it's shifting degrees And it's opened your atmosphere But should you decide it's obscene in that gray Oh dramatics hear a young heart say Lord, if you've got lungs Come on, shout me out