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Crying Lightning 
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de Arctic Monkeys
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the cafe by the cracker factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix
So, you're if you're thinking
That I haven't been called cold before
As you bit your strawberry lace
And then offered me attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was to waste
Your of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never like yourself
From the but profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
I so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to or gaps to claw
And your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate 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 assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I that you had called
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 practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix
So, you're if you're thinking
That I haven't been called cold before
As you bit your strawberry lace
And then offered me attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was to waste
Your of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never like yourself
From the but profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
I so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to or gaps to claw
And your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate 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 assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I that you had called
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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