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