Over the ocean

The rich, the poor,

Over the ocean
You're coming to judge the living and dead
the rich and the poor are the same in your eyes
You're coming to make these crooked paths straight
and make the wrong things right turn dark into light

When you're judging these things have mercy on me
I am no better than those I've despised all my life

Have mercy on me

I know you are looking for things that are pure
and I know I am filthy but you're making me clean

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