There's a raindrop in my skull
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I'm too shaky now to get it out
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I guess it fell from some far away cloud
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Bloated with radiation
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Oh
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Some people are singing of the birth
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Of another soulless troll who strolled to the
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My guitar feels strange in my hands
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I have almost no tactable perceptions
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On the TV there's a Mexican horror film
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It isn't dubbed, I'm not really watching
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Oh
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Some people are singing of the birth
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Of another film estine
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Who grows to ravage the earth
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Oh
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Last night when you left me
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I took a walk through the fog
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And the gossamer ride of the strong womb
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The haunting strangely humid picture
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Winter's waning
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Then my recurring dream of the swarm
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There's a raindrop in my skull
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I'm too messed up now to get it out
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It must've fallen from a mind somewhere else
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Now I'm fixated on it
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Raindrop In My Skull
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| Of Montreal |
