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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 thoughts got rude
As you talked 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 attention
In the of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your of the strange
And 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 next time I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to you
of excuses to postpone
You looked like yourself
From the side but your profile
not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
With arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or to claw
And your pastimes consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
pastimes consisted of the strange
and deranged
And I little you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that game
You had called "Crying"...
You were a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked 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 attention
In the of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your of the strange
And 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 next time I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to you
of excuses to postpone
You looked like yourself
From the side but your profile
not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
With arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or to claw
And your pastimes consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
pastimes consisted of the strange
and deranged
And I little you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that game
You had called "Crying"...
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