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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 thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of your and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
I haven't called before
As you bit your strawberry lace
And then me your attention
In the of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
pastimes of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on afternoons
The next time that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to you
of to postpone
You never looked like yourself
From the but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
With arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
Although I so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to or gaps to claw
And your 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 icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that little you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
pastimes, consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I that little game
You had called "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
I haven't called before
As you bit your strawberry lace
And then me your attention
In the of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
pastimes of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on afternoons
The next time that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to you
of to postpone
You never looked like yourself
From the but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
With arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
Although I so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to or gaps to claw
And your 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 icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that little you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
pastimes, consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I that little game
You had called "Crying"...
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