Creep

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
And I wish I was special
You're so fucking special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

Though it may hurt
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
And I wish I was special
You're so fucking special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
No, no, no, no

And she's running out again
She's running out
She's run, run, run, run

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
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 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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