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Crying Lightning 
Hard
by Arctic Monkeys
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Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
You a magic trick
And my got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the of pick 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 to waste
Your 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 afternoons
The next time I 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 your profile
Could not hide the fact
You I was your throne
With you occupied
The bench a toothache
Stood and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And your consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on 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 little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had "Crying"...
You a magic trick
And my got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the of pick 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 to waste
Your 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 afternoons
The next time I 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 your profile
Could not hide the fact
You I was your throne
With you occupied
The bench a toothache
Stood and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never lost a war
I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And your consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on 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 little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had "Crying"...
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