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Crying Lightning 
Hard
de Arctic Monkeys
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the by the cracker factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of your and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't been called cold before
As you bit into your strawberry 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 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 rainy afternoons
The next time that I my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never looked yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed your chest out
you'd never lost a war
Although I so not to suffer
The of a reaction
There was no cracks to or gaps to claw
And your pastimes consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate little you had called
lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying"...
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of your and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't been called cold before
As you bit into your strawberry 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 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 rainy afternoons
The next time that I my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never looked yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed your chest out
you'd never lost a war
Although I so not to suffer
The of a reaction
There was no cracks to or gaps to claw
And your pastimes consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate little you had called
lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying"...
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