| Oh yeah
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| If you got a guilty conscience
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| There’s no need to get depressed
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| Won’t you drop in anytime
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| Come in and get it off of your chest
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| It’s a shame that I can’t see you
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| When we’re both inside of this box
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| Never knowing what your name is When we have these private talks
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| Won’t you please come back
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| Cause the sound of your voice has got me wondering why I’m so distracted
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| So won’t you please, please come back
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| I’ll be waiting next time that you call to discuss how you’ve acted
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| Confession, come on baby
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| Now, was it her,
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| That sold you kisses at St. Patrick’s last bazaar
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| Or the one who drank more whiskey
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| And drove off in a brand new car
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| Or the widow who was weeping
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| For the husband that she lost
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| Or the one at their reception
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| Who was dancing with the dogs
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| Yes, I’ll be waiting next time
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| I want your confession
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| Gimme your confession
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| You know that’s my profession
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| So use imagination
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| You know I’ll be waiting |