| Song | Shut It Out |
| Artist | Olivia the Band |
| Album | Olivia the Band |
| 作曲 : Olivia The Band | |
| I have nothing you need, just a lot to hide | |
| So why am I still here with You by my side | |
| All I do is mess up, do the wrong thing | |
| Instead of shining light, darkness shines through me | |
| Don't wanna talk about it, just wanna shut it out | |
| I'm not as bad as you think, the things I do are right | |
| At least that's what I say, try to tell myself | |
| Got it under control, I don't need your help | |
| Try to do the right thing, end up doing it wrong | |
| Don't deserve this life or even write this song | |
| More I think of you, less I thing of myself | |
| Lord, increase Your light and shadow me out | |
| Tell me it's out of love... why can't you see | |
| Tell me it's out of love... it's You, not me | |
| So with the mind, I myself serve the law of Him | |
| But with the flesh of my bone, serve the law of sin | |
| O wretched man that I am, who will deliver me | |
| From this body of death pulling from His tree | |
| I wanna talk about it, don't wanna shut it out | |
| I am as bad as you think, the things I do aren't right | |
| At least that's what I say, try to tell myself | |
| You got it under control, Lord I need Your help |
| zuò qǔ : Olivia The Band | |
| I have nothing you need, just a lot to hide | |
| So why am I still here with You by my side | |
| All I do is mess up, do the wrong thing | |
| Instead of shining light, darkness shines through me | |
| Don' t wanna talk about it, just wanna shut it out | |
| I' m not as bad as you think, the things I do are right | |
| At least that' s what I say, try to tell myself | |
| Got it under control, I don' t need your help | |
| Try to do the right thing, end up doing it wrong | |
| Don' t deserve this life or even write this song | |
| More I think of you, less I thing of myself | |
| Lord, increase Your light and shadow me out | |
| Tell me it' s out of love... why can' t you see | |
| Tell me it' s out of love... it' s You, not me | |
| So with the mind, I myself serve the law of Him | |
| But with the flesh of my bone, serve the law of sin | |
| O wretched man that I am, who will deliver me | |
| From this body of death pulling from His tree | |
| I wanna talk about it, don' t wanna shut it out | |
| I am as bad as you think, the things I do aren' t right | |
| At least that' s what I say, try to tell myself | |
| You got it under control, Lord I need Your help |