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Crying Lightning 
Hard
by Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the cafe by the factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
I haven't called before
As you bit your strawberry lace
And me your 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 twisted and deranged
And I love that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on afternoons
The that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never looked yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You I was your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and your chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no to grasp or to claw
And your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your consisted of the strange
and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
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 practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
I haven't called before
As you bit your strawberry lace
And me your 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 twisted and deranged
And I love that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on afternoons
The that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never looked yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You I was your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and your chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no to grasp or to claw
And your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your consisted of the strange
and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
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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