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Crying Lightning 
Hard
de Arctic Monkeys
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the cafe by the factory
You practicing a magic trick
And my got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick 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 me 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 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 you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never looked yourself
the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And your consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate little you had called
lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
pastimes, consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I that little game
You had called "Crying"...
You practicing a magic trick
And my got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick 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 me 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 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 you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never looked yourself
the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And your consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate little you had called
lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
pastimes, consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I that little game
You had called "Crying"...
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