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Crying Lightning 
Hard
by Arctic Monkeys
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You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't been before
As you bit your lace
And then me your 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 twisted and deranged
And I love that little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The next that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never like yourself
the side but your profile
Could not the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and your chest out
you'd never a war
Although 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 hate little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I that you had called
Crying 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 were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't been before
As you bit your lace
And then me your 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 twisted and deranged
And I love that little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The next that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never like yourself
the side but your profile
Could not the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and your chest out
you'd never a war
Although 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 hate little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I that you had called
Crying 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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