| Standing in a sea of people, so many voices
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| Faces shaped by different stories, so many choices
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| From the pauper to the wealthy man
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| From the high down to the low
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| Does our star shine any brighter?
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| Everybody wants to know
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| It concerns me
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| Do I know You know my name in this crowded place?
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| Do I know You’re not ashamed of my life’s disgraces?
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| Do You wash my sins away so I don’t wear stains?
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| It concerns me
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| Staring at this sea of people, I hear them calling
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| Each one seeking self perfection, I see them falling
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| Did You really heal the dying man?
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| Did You really save his soul?
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| Could this God wash one like me?
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| Everybody wants to know
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| It concerns me
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| Do I know You know my name in this crowded place?
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| Do I know You’re not ashamed of my life’s disgraces?
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| Do You wash my sins away so I don’t wear stains?
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| It concerns me
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| I might as well be nameless the times I feel so small
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| But all the love You sent is evidence
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| You see me standing tall
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| It concerns me
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| Do I know You know my name in this crowded place?
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| Do I know You’re not ashamed of my life’s disgraces? |
| Do You wash my sins away so I don’t wear stains?
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| It concerns me
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| And I know You know my name in this crowded place
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| And I know You’re not ashamed of my life’s disgraces
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| You wash my sins away so I don’t wear stains |