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Crying Lightning 
Hard
de Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
You a magic trick
And my got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the of and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
I haven't cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then me your attention
In the of a gobstopper
It's all you had and it was going to waste
consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I love that little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on afternoons
The next I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You looked yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You I was approaching your throne
With you occupied
The like a toothache
Stood and puffed chest out
Like you'd never lost 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 your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The icky man on afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
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 a magic trick
And my got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the of and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
I haven't cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then me your attention
In the of a gobstopper
It's all you had and it was going to waste
consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I love that little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on afternoons
The next I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You looked yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You I was approaching your throne
With you occupied
The like a toothache
Stood and puffed chest out
Like you'd never lost 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 your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The icky man on afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
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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