Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Albert Hammond
Albert Hammond
Composer
Edward O'Brien
Edward O'Brien
Composer
Jonny Greenwood
Jonny Greenwood
Composer
Mike Hazlewood
Mike Hazlewood
Composer
Philip Selway
Philip Selway
Composer
Thom Yorke
Thom Yorke
Composer

Lyrics

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
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
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 care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
And 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
Oh, oh
She's running out the door
She's running
She run 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
Written by: Albert Hammond, Colin Greenwood, Ed O'Brien, Jonny Greenwood, Mike Hazlewood, Philip Selway, Thom Yorke
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