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Crying Lightning 
Hard
de Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the by the cracker factory
You were a trick
And my got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the of your and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
I haven't been called before
As you bit your lace
And then offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I love that little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on afternoons
The next time I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
of excuses to postpone
You never yourself
From the side but your profile
not hide the fact
You I was approaching your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench a toothache
and puffed chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And your consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying"...
You were a trick
And my got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the of your and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
I haven't been called before
As you bit your lace
And then offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I love that little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on afternoons
The next time I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
of excuses to postpone
You never yourself
From the side but your profile
not hide the fact
You I was approaching your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench a toothache
and puffed chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And your consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying"...
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