Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox - Creep Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Creep By Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox?
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 very 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 wanna have control I want a perfect body I want a perfect soul And I want you to notice When I'm not around You're so very special Yeah, 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 Well, she's running out again I said she's running out She runs, runs, runs, runs, oh Well, I said, I said she runs I said she Whatever makes you happy Whatever you want You're so very special Yeah, I wish I was special But I'm a creep Ooh, I said it I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doing here? Oh I don't belong, -ong, mm I'm a creep, oh I'm, I'm a weirdo, oh What the hell am I doing here? Oh yeah, oh no I don't belong here, ooh I don't belong here |
Who Wrote Creep By Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox?
Albert Hammond, Colin Greenwood, Edward Obrien, Jonathan Greenwood, Mike Hazlewood, Philip Selway, Thomas Yorke
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What's The Duration Of The Creep By Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox?The duration of Creep is 4:43 minutes and seconds. |
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