Parkway Drive

Oh yea 

If you got a guilty conscience 

There's no need to get depressed 

Won't you drop in anytime 

Come in and get it off of your chest 

It's a shame that I can't see you 

When we're both inside of this box 

Never knowing what your name is 

When we have these private talks 

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Won't you please come back 

Cause the sound of your voice has got me wondering why I'm so 

distracted 

So won't you please, please come back 

I'll be waiting next time that you call to discuss how you've acted 

Confession, come on baby 

Now, was it her, 

That sold you kisses at St. Patrick's last bazaar 

Or the one who drank more whiskey 

And drove off in a brand new car 

Or the widow who was weeping 

For the husband that she lost 

Or the one at their reception 

Who was dancing with the dogs 

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Yes, I'll be waiting next time 

I want your confession 

Gimme your confession 

You know that's my profession 

So use imagination 

You know I'll be waiting