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Crying Lightning Hard
by Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you and chewed
On the of your and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't been called before
As you bit into your lace
And then offered me attention
In the of a gobstopper
It's all you had and it was going to waste
Your consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I love that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked 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 to postpone
You looked like yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
With arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed your out
you'd lost a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And your pastimes 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 icky man on afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little game
You had "Crying"...
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you and chewed
On the of your and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't been called before
As you bit into your lace
And then offered me attention
In the of a gobstopper
It's all you had and it was going to waste
Your consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I love that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked 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 to postpone
You looked like yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
With arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed your out
you'd lost a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And your pastimes 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 icky man on afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little game
You had "Crying"...
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