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Crying Lightning 
Hard
de Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
You were practicing a trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the of your and mix
So, you're if you're thinking
That I haven't been called before
As you bit strawberry lace
And then offered me your attention
In the of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was to waste
Your pastimes 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 time I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to you
of excuses to postpone
You never looked like yourself
the side but your profile
Could not the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
folded arms you occupied
The like a toothache
Stood and puffed chest out
Like you'd never lost 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 of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
pastimes of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I that little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying"...
You were practicing a trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the of your and mix
So, you're if you're thinking
That I haven't been called before
As you bit strawberry lace
And then offered me your attention
In the of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was to waste
Your pastimes 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 time I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to you
of excuses to postpone
You never looked like yourself
the side but your profile
Could not the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
folded arms you occupied
The like a toothache
Stood and puffed chest out
Like you'd never lost 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 of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
pastimes of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I that little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying"...
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