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