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Creep - Lyrics

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 fucking 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 fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell I'm doing here?
I don't belong here
She's running out again
She's running out
She runs runs runs
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking 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
Further Information about "Creep"

As unthinkable as it may seem now, when it was first released in September 1992 'Creep' didn't even make the Top 75. "Whether or not it's a hit now doesn't matter," said a defiant Thom Yorke. "Eventually, we know people will say that 'Creep' is a classic."
The song that finally climbed into the British Top Ten in late 1993 was written in the midst of genuine lovelorn trauma. "When I wrote it," said Thom, "I was in the middle of a really, really serious obsession. It lasted about eight months. And it was unsuccessful, which made it even worse. She knows who she is."
It was duly taken to the band, but no-one seemed that bothered. "When it was recorded," says drummer Phil Selway, "we didn't even know it was being taped - we were just warming up for another track by it. The reason it sounds so powerful is because it's completely unselfconscious."
What arguably took 'Creep' into an unforeseen dimension were the moments when Jonny Greenwood made that alarming crunching guitar noise. Tellingly, it was an utter accident. "That's the sound of Jonny trying to fuck the song up," laughs Ed O'Brien. "He really didn't like it the first time we played it, so he tried spoiling it. And it made the song."
One year after this glorious sequence of accidents, 'Creep' was a global hit, and Radiohead were chained to something approaching a generational anthem. Their frustrations emerged in 'My Iron Lung': the song about a song that encapsulated Radiohead's post-'Creep' mindset. "We scratch our eternal itch," sang Thom, "our 20th Century bitch / But we are grateful for our iron lung..." [Select Magazine]
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