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Crying Lightning 
Hard
de 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 of pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't cold before
As you bit into your lace
And then 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 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 excuses to postpone
You never like yourself
From the side but your profile
not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench a toothache
Stood and chest out
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 consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your consisted of the strange
and deranged
And I hate that little you had called
Crying lightning
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 of pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't cold before
As you bit into your lace
And then 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 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 excuses to postpone
You never like yourself
From the side but your profile
not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench a toothache
Stood and chest out
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 consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your consisted of the strange
and deranged
And I hate that little you had called
Crying lightning
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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