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When you were here before
Couldn't look you in your eyes
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?
Don't, I don't, don't, don't belong here
I just want to know
And I want to control
I wanna a perfect body
I wanna 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?
Don't, don't, don't, I don't belong here
Oh-oh, she's gonna run again
She's running out, out, out, out
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run
I'm a weirdo
What the hell?
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't, I don't, don't, don't belong here
Written by: Albert Louis Hammond, Colin Greenwood, Edward John O'brien, Jonathan Greenwood, Mike Hazlewood, Philip Selway, Thomas Edward Yorke
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