(Albert Louis Hammond/Michael Hazlewood/Edward John O'Brien/
Thomas Edward Yorke) - reprise de Radiohead

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 fucking 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! Oh! Oh!

She's running out the door! She's running!
She runs, runs, runs, runs, runs!

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!