Creep

Creep

When you were here before
Couldnt look you in the eye
Youre just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
And i wish i was special
Youre so fuckin special
But im a creep, im a weirdo.

What the hell am i doing here?
I dont belong here.
I dont 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 im not around
Youre so fuckin special
I wish i was special
But im a creep, im a weirdo.

What the hell am i doing here?
I dont belong here.
Shes running out again,
Shes running out
Shes run run run running out...

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
Youre so fuckin special
I wish i was special...
But im a creep, im a weirdo,
Wat the hell am i doing here?
I dont belong here.
I dont belong here.



Credits
Writer(s): Albert Louis Hammond, Mike Hazlewood, Thomas Edward Yorke, Philip Selway, Edward John O'brien, Jonathan Greenwood, Colin Greenwood
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