Dime primacho.... cuántos son y qué hay que hacer.

Dawn's dew slides down a blade of grass.  Reflective mirror sometimes of brass.  Deflecting the sun until I come undone

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 ******' special
But I'm a creep, I'm a ******.
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 ******' special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep, I'm a ******.
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 run
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so ******' special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep, I'm a ******,
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.
I don't belong here.
Songwriters: Mike Hazlewood / Albert Hammond / Colin Greenwood / Jonathan Greenwood / Edward O'brien / Philip Selway / Thomas Yorke
Creep lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

All day!  Shaka brah!

I've become the penny
we've all thrown away,
tarnished scratched and worthless in the world today

Don't try to find me
I'm already gone....
....in someone else's
pocket in a world
gone wrong.  

Don't try to save me
I'm already lost
underneath the shadows
of an ice cold frost

I've become the penny in the world today...

Woke from a dream in a dream woke again thinking it was a dream but but then it hit me....it's this nightmare, my HP reality