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Crying Lightning Hard
de Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
You were a 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 called cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then offered 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 love 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 meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never looked like yourself
the but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
With arms you occupied
The like a toothache
Stood and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The of a reaction
There was no cracks to or gaps to claw
And of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little game
You had "Crying"...
You were a 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 called cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then offered 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 love 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 meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never looked like yourself
the but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
With arms you occupied
The like a toothache
Stood and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The of a reaction
There was no cracks to or gaps to claw
And of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little game
You had "Crying"...
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