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Crying Lightning 
Hard
by Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
You were a magic trick
And my 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 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 and it was going to waste
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The next time I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
of to postpone
You looked like yourself
From the side but profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench a toothache
and chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
Although I so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
was no to grasp or gaps to claw
And your of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate 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 you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes of the strange
and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
Your pastimes, of the strange
And and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying"...
You were a magic trick
And my 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 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 and it was going to waste
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The next time I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
of to postpone
You looked like yourself
From the side but profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench a toothache
and chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
Although I so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
was no to grasp or gaps to claw
And your of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate 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 you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes of the strange
and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
Your pastimes, of the strange
And and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying"...
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