When you were here before, Couldn't look you in the eye. You're just like an angel, Your skin makes me cry. You float like a feather, in a beautiful world I wish I was special, You're so very special
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here.
I don't care if it hurts, I want to have control. I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul. I want you to notice, when I'm not around. You're so very special I wish I was special
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here.
She's running out again, she's running, she run, run, run, run, run.
Whatever makes you happy, whatever you want. You're so very special, I wish I was special,
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here. I don't belong here.
Compositores: Michael Edward Hazlewood (Wills Eddie), Albert Louis Hammond (Hamwood), Thomas Edward Yorke (Thom Yorke), Edward John O'brien (Edward O Brien), Colin Charles Greenwood (Colin Greenwood), Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood (Jon Greenwood), Philip James Selway (Philip Selway) ECAD: Obra #794315 Fonograma #867712