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Creep

When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eyes
You look 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 riddle
What the hell am I doin' here
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts
I wanna have control
I wanna 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 riddle
What the hell am I doin' here
I don't belong here

She's runnin out.. again....
She's Runnin out, Run, Run, Run 

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
Wish I was special...

But I'm a creep
I'm a riddle
What the hell am I doin' here
I don't belong here
I don't belong here
_________________

High And Dry

Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy.
Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop.
You'd kill yourself for recognition; kill yourself to never ever stop.
You broke another mirror; you're turning into something you are not.

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

Drying up in conversation, you will be the one who cannot talk.
All your insides fall to pieces, you just sit there wishing you could still make love
They're the ones who'll hate you when you think you've got the world all sussed out
They're the ones who'll spit at you. You will be the one screaming out.

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

It's the best thing that you've ever had, 
The best thing that you've ever, ever had.
It's the best thing that you've ever had;
The best thing you've had has gone away.

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
___________________________________

Karma Police

Karma police, arrest this man
He talks in maths
He buzzes like a fridge
He's like a detuned radio

Karma police, arrest this girl
Her Hitler hairdo 
Is making me feel ill
And we have crashed her party

This is what you get
This is what you get
This is what you get when you mess with us

Karma police, I've given all I can
It's not enough
I've given all I can
But we're still on the payroll

This is what you get
This is what you get
This is what you get when you mess with us
For a minute there
I lost myself
I lost myself
Phew for a minute there
I lost myself
I lost myself

Oh for a minute there
I lost myself
I lost myself
Phew for a minute there
I lost myself
I lost myself
_____________

No Surprises

A heart that's full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal

You look so tired, unhappy
Bring down the government
They don't, they don't speak for us

I'll take a quiet life
A handshake of carbon monoxide
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silent
Silent

This is my final fit
My final bellyache with
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises please

Such a pretty house
And such a pretty garden
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises please
_______________________________

Street Spirit

Rows of houses all bearing down on me
I can feel their blue hands touching me
All these things into position
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out

This machine will not communicate
These thoughts and the strain I am under
Be a world child, form a circle
Before we all go under
And fade out again and fade out again

Cracked eggs, dead birds
Scream as they fight for life
I can feel death, can see its beady eyes
All these things into position
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out again

Immerse your soul in love

______________________________

Last Flowers

Houses move and houses speak
If you take me there you'll get relief
Believe, believe, believe, believe...

And if I'm gonna talk
I just wanna talk
Please don't interrupt
Just sit back and listen

Cause I can't face the evening straight
You can't offer me escape
Houses move and houses speak
If you take me there you'll get relief
Believe, believe, believe, believe...

It's too much
Too bright
Too powerful

Too much

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