...великолепных словах Тома Йорка. Плюс - ревущая как непокорный зверь гитара.
When you were here before Couldnt look you in the eye Youre just like an angel Your skin makes me cry You float like a feather In a beautiful world And I wish I was special Youre so fuckin special
But Im a creep, Im a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I dont belong here.
I dont 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 Im not around Youre so fuckin special I wish I was special
But Im a creep, Im a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I dont belong here.
Shes running out again, Shes running out Shes run run run running out...
Whatever makes you happy Whatever you want Youre so fuckin special I wish I was special...
But Im a creep, Im a weirdo, What the hell am I doing here? I dont belong here. I dont belong here.