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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 pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't been called before
As you bit your strawberry lace
And then offered me attention
In the of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was to waste
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And 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 caught my own reflection
It was on its way to you
Thinking of to postpone
You never looked like yourself
From the but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
folded you occupied
The bench a toothache
and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never 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 consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
Your pastimes, 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 talked and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't been called before
As you bit your strawberry lace
And then offered me attention
In the of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was to waste
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And 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 caught my own reflection
It was on its way to you
Thinking of to postpone
You never looked like yourself
From the but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
folded you occupied
The bench a toothache
and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never 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 consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
Your pastimes, of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying"...
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