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Crying Lightning 
Hard
by Arctic Monkeys
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the cafe by the factory
You were a trick
And my got rude
As you and chewed
On the last of and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then offered me your attention
In the of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The next that I my own reflection
It was on its way to you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never like yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
and puffed 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 pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that 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"
pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I that 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 little game
You had called "Crying"...
You were a trick
And my got rude
As you and chewed
On the last of and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then offered me your attention
In the of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The next that I my own reflection
It was on its way to you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never like yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
and puffed 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 pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that 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"
pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I that 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 little game
You had called "Crying"...
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