Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Colin Greenwood
Бас
Edward O'Brien
Гитара
Jonny Greenwood
Солирующая гитара
Thom Yorke
Гитара
Philip Selway
Барабаны
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Albert Hammond
Композитор
Colin Greenwood
Композитор
Edward O'Brien
Композитор
Jonny Greenwood
Композитор
Mike Hazlewood
Композитор
Philip Selway
Композитор
Thom Yorke
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Chris Blair
Мастеринг-инженер
Paul Kolderie
Миксинг-инженер
Sean Slade
Продюсер
Слова
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 doin' 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
So fuckin' special, I wish I was special
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here
Oh-oh, oh-oh
She's running out the door
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 doin' here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here
Writer(s): Albert Louis Hammond, Mike Hazlewood, Thomas Edward Yorke, Philip Selway, Edward John O'brien, Jonathan Greenwood, Colin Greenwood
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