Bed.

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothin' seems to fit
Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep falling.

Because I'm free
Nothing is worrying me.

"Raindrops are falling on my head", B.J. Thomas (esc. por el genial Burt Bacharach y Hal David). 





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The fuck did this guys split up.  I haven't heard much of their lastest albums, though, I feel strangely weird inside... I have symphathy for their first works.