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The Civil Wars
20 years
There's a note underneath the front doorThat 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
Mmm
Mmm
Mmm
In the meantime I'll be waiting
For twenty years and twenty more
I'll be praying for redemption
And your note underneath my door
And your note underneath my door