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Turn the porch light on so you don't think I'm home.
I wish you'd taste your words but you're saying it's your song.
Drop after drop, keep filling me up.
Keep twisting my arms, I'm giving you up.
You're pouring over.
Turn the porch light on so you don't think I'm home.
I wish you'd taste your words but you're saying it's your song.
Drop after drop, keep filling me up.
Keep twisting my arms, I'm giving you up.
You're pouring over.