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 f***in' special;
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo, What the hell am I doin' 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;
I want you to notice, When I'm not around, You're so f***in' special, I wish I was special;
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo, What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh
She's running out again, She's running, She runs runs runs runs... Runs...
Whatever makes you happy, Whatever you want, You're so f***in' special, I wish I was special;
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo, What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here,
I don't belong here...
Blues Traveler covered this yesterday at Lolla and umm, it hit a nerve and I had to post it for you.More than anything to say that you are fuckin' special. You know it but I can't say it enough. Or can I?
[url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hVyw3Uu5MoQ&feature=related[/url]
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