Composer: Albert Hammond, Colin Greenwood, Ed O'Brien, Jonny Greenwood, Mike Hazlewood, Phil Selway, Thom Yorke
Lyrics
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 fuckin' 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 wanna 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 fuckin' 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 again, oh
She's running out
She run, run, run, run
Run
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fuckin' 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
Albert Louis Hammond, Colin Charles Greenwood, Edward John O'Brien, Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Mike Hazelwood, Philip James Selway, Thomas Edward Yorke
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