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Crying Lightning 
Hard
de Arctic Monkeys
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the cafe by the cracker factory
You were 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 into your strawberry lace
And offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had 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 liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The next time that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never looked like yourself
the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench a toothache
and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never a war
I tried so not to suffer
The of a reaction
There was no cracks 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 man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
pastimes of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate little you had called
Crying lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate little game
You had called "Crying"...
You were 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 into your strawberry lace
And offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had 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 liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The next time that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never looked like yourself
the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench a toothache
and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never a war
I tried so not to suffer
The of a reaction
There was no cracks 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 man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
pastimes of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate little you had called
Crying lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate little game
You had called "Crying"...
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