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Crying Lightning 
Hard
de Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
You practicing a trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the of your pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't called cold before
As you bit your lace
And then offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your pastimes of the strange
And and deranged
And I love little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you 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
of excuses to postpone
You never looked like yourself
From the side but profile
not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching throne
With arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And consisted 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 icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
pastimes of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that 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 called "Crying"...
You practicing a trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the of your pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't called cold before
As you bit your lace
And then offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your pastimes of the strange
And and deranged
And I love little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you 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
of excuses to postpone
You never looked like yourself
From the side but profile
not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching throne
With arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And consisted 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 icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
pastimes of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that 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 called "Crying"...
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