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Crying Lightning 
Hard
de Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the cafe by the factory
You practicing a trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the of pick and mix
So, you're if you're thinking
I haven't been cold before
As you bit into your lace
And then me 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 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 looked like yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never 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 pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your consisted of the strange
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 game
You had "Crying"...
You practicing a trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the of pick and mix
So, you're if you're thinking
I haven't been cold before
As you bit into your lace
And then me 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 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 looked like yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never 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 pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your consisted of the strange
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 game
You had "Crying"...
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