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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 talked and chewed
On the last of your and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
I haven't been cold before
As you bit into your 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 pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on afternoons
The next time I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
of excuses to postpone
You never looked like yourself
the side but your profile
Could not the fact
You knew I was your throne
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 of a reaction
was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The icky man on afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
pastimes of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had "Crying"...
You were a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of your and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
I haven't been cold before
As you bit into your 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 pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on afternoons
The next time I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
of excuses to postpone
You never looked like yourself
the side but your profile
Could not the fact
You knew I was your throne
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 of a reaction
was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The icky man on afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
pastimes of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had "Crying"...
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