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: Albert Louis Hammond (Hamwood) (SGAE), Colin Charles Greenwood (Colin Greenwood) (PRS), Edward John O'brien (Edward O Brien) (PRS), Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood (Jon Greenwood) (PRS), Michael Edward Hazlewood (Wills Eddie) (PRS), Philip James Selway (Philip Selway) (PRS), Thomas Edward Yorke (Thom Yorke) (PRS)Editores: Rondor Music Ltd (PRS), Keyboard Music Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 1992ECAD verificado obra #794315 e fonograma #867712 em 02/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM