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Crying Lightning 
Hard
by Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the cafe by the factory
You were a magic trick
And my got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the of your and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't been cold before
As you bit 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
pastimes of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you 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 to postpone
You looked like yourself
the but profile
Could not hide 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 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 your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "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"
pastimes of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that game
You had called "Crying"...
You were a magic trick
And my got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the of your and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't been cold before
As you bit 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
pastimes of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you 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 to postpone
You looked like yourself
the but profile
Could not hide 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 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 your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "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"
pastimes of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that game
You had called "Crying"...
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