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Crying Lightning 
Hard
de Arctic Monkeys
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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 cold before
As you bit your strawberry lace
And me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on afternoons
The time that I my own reflection
It was on its way to you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never looked like yourself
the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You I was approaching your throne
With folded you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed chest out
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 your consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The icky man on 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 little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that 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 cold before
As you bit your strawberry lace
And me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on afternoons
The time that I my own reflection
It was on its way to you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never looked like yourself
the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You I was approaching your throne
With folded you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed chest out
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 your consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The icky man on 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 little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying 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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