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Crying Lightning 
Hard
by 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 pick and mix
So, you're if you're thinking
That I haven't been cold before
As you bit into 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 consisted 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 next time I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never looked yourself
the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The like a toothache
Stood and puffed your out
you'd never lost a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The of a reaction
was no cracks to grasp or to claw
And your pastimes consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you 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
and deranged
And I hate that little you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had "Crying"...
You were practicing a trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the of pick and mix
So, you're if you're thinking
That I haven't been cold before
As you bit into 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 consisted 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 next time I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never looked yourself
the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The like a toothache
Stood and puffed your out
you'd never lost a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The of a reaction
was no cracks to grasp or to claw
And your pastimes consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you 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
and deranged
And I hate that little you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had "Crying"...
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