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Crying Lightning 
Hard
by Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the by the cracker factory
You practicing a magic trick
And my 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 before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your pastimes of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love 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 you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never looked yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not the fact
You knew I was your throne
With you occupied
The bench like a toothache
and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
Although I so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And your consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I hate 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 everyone you are
"Crying lightning"
Your consisted of the strange
and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, of the strange
And and deranged
And I that little game
You had called "Crying"...
You practicing a magic trick
And my 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 before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your pastimes of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love 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 you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never looked yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not the fact
You knew I was your throne
With you occupied
The bench like a toothache
and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
Although I so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And your consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I hate 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 everyone you are
"Crying lightning"
Your consisted of the strange
and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, of the strange
And and deranged
And I that little game
You had called "Crying"...
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