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Crying Lightning 
Hard
de Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
You were practicing a trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix
So, you're if you're thinking
That I haven't been called before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game
You had "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 never yourself
From the side but profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
With arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
and puffed your 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 gaps to claw
And 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 man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying"...
You were practicing a trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix
So, you're if you're thinking
That I haven't been called before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game
You had "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 never yourself
From the side but profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
With arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
and puffed your 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 gaps to claw
And 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 man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying"...
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