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