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