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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
That I haven't been called before
As you bit into strawberry lace
And then offered me your attention
In the of a gobstopper
It's all you had and it was going to waste
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on afternoons
The next time that I my own reflection
It was on its way to you
of excuses to postpone
You never yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
folded arms you occupied
The bench a toothache
Stood and puffed chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no to grasp or gaps to claw
And your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not 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
lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that 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
That I haven't been called before
As you bit into strawberry lace
And then offered me your attention
In the of a gobstopper
It's all you had and it was going to waste
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on afternoons
The next time that I my own reflection
It was on its way to you
of excuses to postpone
You never yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
folded arms you occupied
The bench a toothache
Stood and puffed chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no to grasp or gaps to claw
And your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not 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
lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that game
You had called "Crying"...
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