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Crying Lightning 
Hard
by Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the cafe by the 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 mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't been called before
As you bit into your lace
And then offered me your attention
In the of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was to waste
Your of the strange
And and deranged
And I love that game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The ice-cream man on 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
the side but your profile
Could not the fact
You I was approaching your throne
With 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 pastimes consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that little you had called
lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And 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 mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't been called before
As you bit into your lace
And then offered me your attention
In the of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was to waste
Your of the strange
And and deranged
And I love that game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The ice-cream man on 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
the side but your profile
Could not the fact
You I was approaching your throne
With 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 pastimes consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that little you had called
lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying"...
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