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Crying Lightning 
Hard
de Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the by the factory
You a trick
And my got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the of pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
I haven't been called cold before
As you bit into your lace
And 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 that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on afternoons
The next time that I my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of to postpone
You never looked like yourself
the side but profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
With 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 indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that game you had called
Crying lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I little game
You had called "Crying"...
You a trick
And my got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the of pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
I haven't been called cold before
As you bit into your lace
And 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 that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on afternoons
The next time that I my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of to postpone
You never looked like yourself
the side but profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
With 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 indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that game you had called
Crying lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I little game
You had called "Crying"...
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