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Crying Lightning 
Hard
by Arctic Monkeys
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the by the cracker factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
I haven't been called cold before
As you bit into your 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 "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The next 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 profile
Could not the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed your chest out
you'd never a war
I so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to or gaps to claw
And 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 half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate game
You had called "Crying"...
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
I haven't been called cold before
As you bit into your 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 "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The next 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 profile
Could not the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed your chest out
you'd never a war
I so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to or gaps to claw
And 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 half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate game
You had called "Crying"...
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