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Crying Lightning 
Hard
by Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my 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 your lace
And then me attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
pastimes consisted of the strange
And 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 caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never looked like yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
With you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed chest out
you'd never lost a war
I tried so not to suffer
The of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And pastimes consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I that little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little game
You had called "Crying"...
You were practicing a magic trick
And my 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 your lace
And then me attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
pastimes consisted of the strange
And 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 caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never looked like yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
With you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed chest out
you'd never lost a war
I tried so not to suffer
The of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And pastimes consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I that little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little game
You had called "Crying"...
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