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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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 again , she's running out . She's run run run running out...
Whatever makes you happy, whatever you want . You're so fuckin' 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 . (Creep, 1993)
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