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Crying Lightning 
Hard
de Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the by the cracker factory
You practicing a magic trick
And my got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't been cold before
As you bit 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 consisted of the strange
And twisted 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 like yourself
the side but your profile
not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The of a reaction
was no cracks to or gaps to claw
And 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 assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
pastimes of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that you had called
Crying lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that game
You had called "Crying"...
You practicing a magic trick
And my got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't been cold before
As you bit 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 consisted of the strange
And twisted 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 like yourself
the side but your profile
not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The of a reaction
was no cracks to or gaps to claw
And 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 assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
pastimes of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that you had called
Crying lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that game
You had called "Crying"...
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