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Crying Lightning 
Hard
de Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
You were practicing a trick
And my got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the of your pick and mix
So, you're if you're thinking
That I haven't been called before
As you bit into lace
And then offered me attention
In the form 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 that game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The next that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never looked like yourself
From the but profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
folded arms you occupied
The like a toothache
Stood and chest out
Like you'd never a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no to grasp or gaps to claw
And pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As everyone you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
and deranged
And I hate little you had called
lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying"...
You were practicing a trick
And my got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the of your pick and mix
So, you're if you're thinking
That I haven't been called before
As you bit into lace
And then offered me attention
In the form 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 that game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The next that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never looked like yourself
From the but profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
folded arms you occupied
The like a toothache
Stood and chest out
Like you'd never a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no to grasp or gaps to claw
And pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As everyone you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
and deranged
And I hate little you had called
lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying"...
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