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sábado, 28 de mayo de 2011

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
And 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.

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