(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!