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