Creep - Live From Boston

When you were here before
I couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
On your beautiful world

You're so fucking special
Oh you're so special, yeah

But I'm a creep
And 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 fucking 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

We should run, run, run
Run
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want

You're so fucking 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



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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