When you are full
Can lick your eyes
Until I can smell them
Happysadness inside
You fall like a feather
With a room for rhymes
I wish I was special
So fucking special
But I'm creep
Hello bordello
Head doesn't want a healer/to adhere
What shadows behold
Don't care of grace
My ultraturn
Work of a palette
Work of eveningburn
Want you to notice
Am not alone
So fucking special
I wish I was specialBut I am a creep
All the crude mellow
What the hell is a dream
And dream must I on
Eh eh yeah
Sleep
Line of fine nine dreams
Sleep
Line of fine nine dreams
Run
Run down across the ---
Run
Am not too happy
When you are around
So fucking special
Wish I was special
Am no creep
Am no care
The hell imaginin'
I will weather
I will belong here
____________________
Creep - Radiohead. To the tune.
Can lick your eyes
Until I can smell them
Happysadness inside
You fall like a feather
With a room for rhymes
I wish I was special
So fucking special
But I'm creep
Hello bordello
Head doesn't want a healer/to adhere
What shadows behold
Don't care of grace
My ultraturn
Work of a palette
Work of eveningburn
Want you to notice
Am not alone
So fucking special
I wish I was specialBut I am a creep
All the crude mellow
What the hell is a dream
And dream must I on
Eh eh yeah
Sleep
Line of fine nine dreams
Sleep
Line of fine nine dreams
Run
Run down across the ---
Run
Am not too happy
When you are around
So fucking special
Wish I was special
Am no creep
Am no care
The hell imaginin'
I will weather
I will belong here
____________________
Creep - Radiohead. To the tune.
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