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Sat in September rain, it's moving inside of someone You pull the gentle strings that move inside of everything It's almost winter now, screaming softly outloud Yell to talk to me When were you planning to tell me? I wrote it down and I don't know the words I know you're standing in the scene and I'm standing right there in between I know you left me on the rocks with a twist of lime I'm out of luck I saw you building the sounds you're feeling in bed Sat in October air, it's moving inside of someone Pull on those gentle strings that move inside of everything It's almost winter now, screaming softly outloud Yell to talk to me From Letras Mania