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Crying Lightning 
Hard
by Arctic Monkeys
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the by the cracker factory
You were a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you and chewed
On the of your and mix
So, you're if you're thinking
That I haven't been called cold before
As you bit into your strawberry 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 of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The next time I my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never like yourself
the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was throne
With arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to or gaps to claw
And your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate 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 magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you and chewed
On the of your and mix
So, you're if you're thinking
That I haven't been called cold before
As you bit into your strawberry 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 of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The next time I my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never like yourself
the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was throne
With arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to or gaps to claw
And your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate 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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