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Crying Lightning 
Hard
de Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the by the cracker factory
You practicing 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
That I haven't been called cold before
As you bit your lace
And then me your attention
In the 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 game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The next time 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 knew I was your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench a toothache
Stood and out
Like you'd never lost a war
I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
was no cracks to grasp or to claw
And your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The icky man on afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes of the strange
and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying 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 practicing 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
That I haven't been called cold before
As you bit your lace
And then me your attention
In the 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 game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The next time 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 knew I was your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench a toothache
Stood and out
Like you'd never lost a war
I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
was no cracks to grasp or to claw
And your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The icky man on afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes of the strange
and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying 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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