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