| «Somebody goes 'Fuck yeah, I do!' |
| Fine, well you know, fuck you
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| We’re going to play it anyway. |
| Ha. |
| („Fine!“) Fine. |
| („Fine.“)
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| I’m not even gonna tell you what it is now
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| You guys are just gonna have to guess.» |
| («It's Creep!») (cheers)
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| (laughs) «Dammit.»)
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| When you were here before
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| Couldn’t look you in the eye
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| You’re just like an angel
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| Your skin makes me cry
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| You float like a feather
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| In a beautiful world
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| You’re so fucking special
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| I wish I was special
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| But I’m a creep
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| But I’m a weirdo
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| What the hell am I doing here?
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| Well I don’t belong here
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| I don’t care if it hurts
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| I want to have control
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| I want a perfect body
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| I want a perfect soul
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| I want you to notice
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| When I’m not around
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| You’re so fucking special, special
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| And I wish I was special, special
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| But I’m a creep
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| But I’m a weirdo
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| What the hell am I doing here?
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| Well I don’t belong here
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| You, you
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| Run, run, you run
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| Run, run, run, run, run, run
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| Run
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| Whatever makes you happy
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| Whatever you want
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| You’re so fucking special, yes, you are
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| I wish I was special
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| But I’m a creep
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| Well I’m a weirdo
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| What the hell am I doing here?
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| I don’t belong here
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| But I’m a creep
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| But I’m a weirdo
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| What the hell am I doing here?
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| I don’t belong here
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| I don’t belong here |