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