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Crying Lightning 
Hard
de Arctic Monkeys
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the cafe by the factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my got rude
As you and chewed
On the of your pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't been cold before
As you bit your strawberry lace
And then me attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
pastimes 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 next time I my own reflection
It was on its way to you
of excuses to postpone
You never looked yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed your out
Like you'd never lost a war
I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to or gaps to claw
And your pastimes of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I 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"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
and deranged
And I hate that little you had called
lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying"...
You were practicing a magic trick
And my got rude
As you and chewed
On the of your pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't been cold before
As you bit your strawberry lace
And then me attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
pastimes 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 next time I my own reflection
It was on its way to you
of excuses to postpone
You never looked yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed your out
Like you'd never lost a war
I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to or gaps to claw
And your pastimes of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I 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"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
and deranged
And I hate that little you had called
lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying"...
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