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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 thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of and mix
So, you're if you're thinking
I haven't been called before
As you bit your lace
And then me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was to waste
pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that game
You had called "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 looked like yourself
the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You I was throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed chest out
you'd never lost a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
was no 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 "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 consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying"...
You were a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of and mix
So, you're if you're thinking
I haven't been called before
As you bit your lace
And then me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was to waste
pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that game
You had called "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 looked like yourself
the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You I was throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed chest out
you'd never lost a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
was no 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 "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 consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying"...
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