There's a note underneath your front door
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That I wrote twenty years ago
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Yellow paper and a faded picture
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And a secret in an envelope
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There's no reasons, no excuses
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There's no secondhand alibis
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Just some black ink on some blue lines
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And a shadow you won't recognize
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In the meantime I'll be waiting
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For twenty years, twenty more
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I'll be praying for redemption
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And your note underneath my door
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20 Years
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| The Civil Wars |
