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Crying Lightning 
Hard
de Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the by the cracker factory
You were a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
I haven't been called cold before
As you bit into strawberry lace
And offered 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 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 I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You looked like yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
folded 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 indignity of a reaction
was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And your pastimes of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I 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 everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes of the strange
and deranged
And I game you had called
Crying lightning
lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had "Crying"...
You were a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
I haven't been called cold before
As you bit into strawberry lace
And offered 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 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 I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You looked like yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
folded 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 indignity of a reaction
was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And your pastimes of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I 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 everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes of the strange
and deranged
And I game you had called
Crying lightning
lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had "Crying"...
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