Male Street Chorus
Confiteor, Confiteor…
First Rock Singer
Lord, I could go confess
Good and loud, nice and slow
Get this load off my chest
Yes, but why, Lord-I don’t know.
I don’t know why every time
I find a new love I wound up destroying it.
I don’t know why I’m
So crazy-minded, I keep on kind of enjoying it-
Why I drift off to sleep
With pledges of deep resolve again,
Then along comes the day
And suddenly they dissolve again-
I don’t know…
(with Descant)
What I say I don’t feel
What I feel I don’t show
What I show isn’t real
What is real, Lord-I don’t know,
No, no, no-I don’t know.
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