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Crying Lightning Hard
by Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the by the cracker factory
You practicing a magic trick
And my got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of pick and mix
So, you're if you're thinking
That I haven't called cold before
As you bit into strawberry 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 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 rainy afternoons
The 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
not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
Although I so not to suffer
The of a reaction
There was no to grasp or to claw
And pastimes of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate 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 consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate little you had called
lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying 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 got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of pick and mix
So, you're if you're thinking
That I haven't called cold before
As you bit into strawberry 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 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 rainy afternoons
The 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
not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
Although I so not to suffer
The of a reaction
There was no to grasp or to claw
And pastimes of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate 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 consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate little you had called
lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying 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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