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Crying Lightning 
Hard
de Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the cafe 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
That I haven't been called cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And offered me your attention
In the of a gobstopper
It's all you had and it was going to waste
Your of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I 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 caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never like yourself
From the but your profile
not hide the fact
You knew I was throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
and puffed your chest out
you'd never lost a war
I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And your pastimes consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I that little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate game you had called
Crying lightning
lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate little game
You had called "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
That I haven't been called cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And offered me your attention
In the of a gobstopper
It's all you had and it was going to waste
Your of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I 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 caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never like yourself
From the but your profile
not hide the fact
You knew I was throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
and puffed your chest out
you'd never lost a war
I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And your pastimes consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I that little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate game you had called
Crying lightning
lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate little game
You had called "Crying"...
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