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Crying Lightning 
Hard
by Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the by the cracker factory
You were practicing 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
That I haven't called cold before
As you bit into 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
Your consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I 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 you
of to postpone
You never looked like yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench a toothache
and your chest out
Like you'd never lost 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 twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes of the strange
and deranged
And I hate 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 little game
You had called "Crying"...
You were practicing 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
That I haven't called cold before
As you bit into 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
Your consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I 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 you
of to postpone
You never looked like yourself
From the side but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The bench a toothache
and your chest out
Like you'd never lost 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 twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes of the strange
and deranged
And I hate 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 little game
You had called "Crying"...
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