(Albert Louis Hammond/Michael Hazlewood/Edward John O'Brien/ Thomas Edward Yorke) - reprise de Radiohead 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 f**ing 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 f**ing 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! Oh! Oh! She's running out the door! She's running! She runs, runs, runs, runs, runs! Whatever makes you happy, whatever you want You're so f**ing 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!