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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 magic 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 been before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I love that little game
You had called "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 meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never looked like yourself
From the but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching throne
With folded you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed out
Like you'd never lost a war
Although I so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or to claw
And your pastimes consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your consisted of the strange
and deranged
And I hate little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that game
You had called "Crying"...
You were practicing a magic 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 been before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I love that little game
You had called "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 meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never looked like yourself
From the but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching throne
With folded you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed out
Like you'd never lost a war
Although I so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or to claw
And your pastimes consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your consisted of the strange
and deranged
And I hate little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that game
You had called "Crying"...
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