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Crying Lightning 
Hard
by Arctic Monkeys
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the by the cracker factory
You practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts 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 called cold before
As you bit your strawberry lace
And then offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was to waste
Your consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy 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
not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching throne
With folded arms you occupied
The a toothache
and puffed your chest out
Like you'd lost a war
I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp 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 half as impossible
As you are
"Crying lightning"
Your consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that 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 little game
You had called "Crying"...
You practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts 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 called cold before
As you bit your strawberry lace
And then offered me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was to waste
Your consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy 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
not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching throne
With folded arms you occupied
The a toothache
and puffed your chest out
Like you'd lost a war
I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp 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 half as impossible
As you are
"Crying lightning"
Your consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that 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 little game
You had called "Crying"...
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