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
There's no secondhand alibis
Just some black ink, on some blue lines
And a shadow, you won't recognize
And if it means I'll be waiting twenty years
And twenty more
I'll be praying for redemption
And your note, underneath my door
And your note underneath my door
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