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Crying Lightning 
Hard
de Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
You a trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the of your pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And offered me your attention
In the of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was to waste
Your consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The next time I my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of to postpone
You looked like yourself
From the but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You I was approaching throne
With folded you occupied
The a toothache
Stood and your chest out
Like you'd a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And consisted 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 man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
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 that little game
You had called "Crying"...
You a trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the of your pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And offered me your attention
In the of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was to waste
Your consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The next time I my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of to postpone
You looked like yourself
From the but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You I was approaching throne
With folded you occupied
The a toothache
Stood and your chest out
Like you'd a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And consisted 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 man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
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 that little game
You had called "Crying"...
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