Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Amanda Palmer
Amanda Palmer
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Albert Hammond
Albert Hammond
Composition
Colin Greenwood
Colin Greenwood
Composition
Edward O'Brien
Edward O'Brien
Composition
Jonny Greenwood
Jonny Greenwood
Composition
Mike Hazlewood
Mike Hazlewood
Composition
Philip Selway
Philip Selway
Composition
Thom Yorke
Thom Yorke
Composition

Paroles

This is the saddest room I've ever played to
Nobody came to my show
But you're here
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
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 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
She's running out the door
She's running
She run, run, run
Run
Oh-oh-oh, oh oh
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
Written by: Albert Hammond, Colin Greenwood, EOB, Jonny Greenwood, Mike Hazlewood, Philip Selway, Thom Yorke
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