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Crying Lightning 
Hard
by Arctic Monkeys
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the cafe by the cracker factory
You were a trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of and mix
So, you're if you're thinking
I haven't been called cold before
As you bit lace
And then offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going 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 that I my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
of excuses to postpone
You looked like yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
you occupied
The bench like a toothache
and puffed your 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 to claw
And pastimes consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I hate 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 game 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 a trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of and mix
So, you're if you're thinking
I haven't been called cold before
As you bit lace
And then offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going 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 that I my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
of excuses to postpone
You looked like yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
you occupied
The bench like a toothache
and puffed your 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 to claw
And pastimes consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I hate 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 game 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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