Fake Plastic Trees - Radiohead

He used to do surgery for girls in the eighties but gravity always wins. It wears him out, it wears him out.

High And Dry - Radiohead

You'd kill yourself for recognition, kill yourself to never ever stop.

- Mas eu não.
A minha camisola cheira bem. Cheira a incenso, cheira a tabaco, cheira a pessoas boas & cheira a "eu estou feliz".

Creep - Radiohead

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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' special
I wish I was special

- Confesso que há minutos tive esperança que assim, a pessoa percebesse. Agora confesso que já não.